it’s been four years since you left us, μπαμπά. it was unexpected. one minute we were laughing about the footy and the next thing you know, you couldn’t breathe.
the cancer had taken its toll on your body. i could see that you were in pain but you would hide it with a grimace and a smile. you didn’t want your κορούλα to see you struggling.
you were so proud of me going to uni and getting the χαρτί and καπέλο (degree) years ago. you used to listen to my radio show and request the same disco song every time. you know, i still cant listen to the gibson brothers’ “que sera mi vida” without bawling my eyes out. you used to play that song on that crappy sanyo tape player we had when i was little.
you encouraged me to listen to all sorts of music and never forget my hellenic roots. you’d always push me to get into the χορό with all the leventopaitha. so i guess that’s where i got my love of dancing, drinking and partying hard from.
you also encouraged me to read and would always take me to the library when i was little. you encouraged my love of drawing. i’ve still got the first tin of derwents pencils you bought me. they still get a workout when i’m feeling sad.
you spent a good thirty one years tirelessly taking of μαμά and i. you were a top bloke and the best darn dad in the world.
I miss you, Dad.