In Memorial for my DAD...
...that hurts me... but the Memorial are no more only for my Dad...
It´s now some years ago that my Dad go Passed on.. it was Saturday 13th March 2004 Here you will find many pictures of him and much more.
Everybody knows how wonderful he was, always with a smile on his face and always funny and joking no matter was happening...
No words can say how much we miss him, no words can say how much we love him and no words can describe how we feel.
What we can do, is to keep him always in our mind and never stop talking about him and the way he was.
I´m sure. He is watching us and he would not want to see us sad, unhappy or miserable.
He want to see us happy and still talking about and with him...
These and many more things are the reasons that I created this site especially for my Dad.
A warm THANK YOU goes to Thia Effie, she send me some very old pictures of him.
Oh my God... this is a very looong story! Here is the short version.
Well, some months ago my Mom and I were talking about buying a big "lantern" for the grave to keep the candlel, (kandili) and Dad´s picture...
But of all the tgings that we saw none of them were anything like what we had visualized.
Every time that we were at the stores were looking for THIS lantern, but nothing...
In the meantime it was summer and Oliver and I went for vacation to KPHTH. That is where I got the idea! I will build a Church for Dad. A Church like the "eklisakia" on the road´s in Greece.
The idea was born, the only "little" problem was how can I do this???
Back in Germany I created a concept, sketched it and started to build it...
From every phase I took pictures and I added them at the site.
enjoy the pictures. Click at the picture´s to get them in large!
(at the left site!)
One day, it was March 23 2004, Thia Effie send me this email:
This is such a beautiful story Anni mou:
It reminds me of something that your Dad would do.
Please take a few moments to read it:
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while
trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming
from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There,
mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and
struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could
have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse
Surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced
Himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied
waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the
door of the family hovel.
"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my
own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no
doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did.
Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time,
graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on
to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming,
the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was
stricken with pneumonia.
What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?
Sir Winston Churchill.
Someone once said: What goes around comes around.
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Sing like nobody's listening.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
AN IRISH FRIENDSHIP WISH:
May there always be work for your hands to do;
May your purse always hold a coin or two;
May the sun always shine on your windowpane;
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;
May the hand of a friend always be near you;
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
In Memorial for John M. Captain
John was taken from us on August 24,2005 - he was only 23 Years!
His Dad, Jim my cousin, creat the Website for John at the night when he died!
Please visit John´s Memorial Website and light on a candle for him
How does a man impact so many people, in so many ways, in so short a time?
How does someone invoke such deep emotion from everyone that new him?
Some people have a way of touching other lives and leaving a mark. John was not content with touching. John grabbed and shook those other lives and left a permanent impression.
Sometimes, when you’re down or in a dark place, some people always seem able to light a candle that helps brighten you. Not good enough for John. He would set a barrel of Kerosene ablaze to make sure there was no mistake about his intensions....
More at Johns website
In Memorial for Thia Anastasia
After her very hard illness, Thia Anastasia was taken from us on 23 August, 2006
Where ever you are now Thia Anastasia... we will never forget you!
We will see you again... at the other side of the rainbow....
With love your niece Ioanna
It´s a honour for me to add the following from her son´s:
Mom, we are missing you but we know you are in a better place.
You made a wonderful impression on us and this world and we love you for it.
Jimmy and Anthony.