April 4th 1970. The day my parents met each other. She was sitting at a café with her friends while he was at the next table. When he looked at her, he said to himself “what a beautiful woman!”. He couldn’t resist so he went to the waiter and told him to serve a chocolate cake to her friends and another one for her with a whipped cream heart on top of it. When she saw her cake, he waved at her and smiled to her. She smiled back while all her friends were sneering. She went to his table and they started talking. That was enough to start a great love story! It was love at first sight for both of them!

June 5th 1971. The day they got married. She was gorgeous in her white wedding dress with a white lily in her hair! He felt that he was the luckiest person in the whole world!
October 11th 1971. The day my mother found out that she was pregnant. My father hugged her and told her that she had made him the happiest man. Their life was like a fairy tale.

May 2nd 1972. The day I was born and the day my mother died… The doctor told my father that her wife gave birth to a healthy girl but unfortunately she passed away due to childbirth complications. My father was unable to feel anything, he was staring at the doctor…

Present day. I wish that I had more to write about you. I wish that I had looked at you even once. I wish that you had hugged me and kissed me. I wish that you had the chance to feel happy for me, to keep me grounded for acting foolishly, to watch your grandchildren grow up, to grow old with dad. I wish I had met you..

I have some of your photos, some of your jewels and dad’s memories of you. Nothing else. These things are the only things that bring me close to you….
I named my daughter after you. Dad says that my daughter’s character is similar to yours. She also has the same beautiful green eyes like you.

I want you to know that dad never got married again. He says that you were the only one for him and that he cannot love anyone else like he loves you. For him, you are still alive and he prefers to live in his own imaginary world with you…

“Mum”, a word that I have never said. “Daughter”, a word that you never said. There is a hole in my heart. I miss you so much mum… I love you so much that it hurts…

With all of my love,

Your daughter Annie.

Name / Oνοματεπώνυμο: Kelly Anderson
Father's Name / Όνομα πατρός: Ken
Mother's Name / Όνομα μητρός: Annie
Address / Διεύθυνση: New York, USA
Birth Place / Μέρος γέννησης: New York, USA
Birthday / Ημερομηνία γέννησης: 01-01-1952
Occupation / Επάγγελμα: Household
Cause of Death / Αιτία θανάτου: Childbirth complications
Age / Ηλικία: 20 years old
Death Place / Μέρος θανάτου: Florida, USA
Death Date / Ημερομηνία θανάτου: 05-02-1972

To my beloved Grandfather.

You passed away the summer before I was going to start fifth grade. Now I am 38 years old and it’s been so long since then. But I remember you clearly and in detail. I cannot explain how this is happening to me, but I remember our dialogues and our moments even before Ι start going to school. I remember how much you loved me and you took care of me. The walks we went together with Grandma, Mom and Dad.

You were an incredible driver. I remember the summer before I went on first grade, we lived together (you, Grandma, Dad, Mom and me) in Argiroupoli and a neighbor was moving out. The driver of the transport company had parked the truck so close to the entrance of our building that he could not remove it, not even a bit. When you suggested helping him, he looked cynically at you but after trying to remove it several times without any success he let you help him. In front of his stunned eyes (and neighborhoods’) you removed the truck with two maneuvers. When you got out of the truck, you just smiled at him and told him that now he could leave easily. Without a trace of irony, sarcasm or arrogance, while everyone else were giggling and mocking behind his back. That was how you were “pappouka mou” (“my grandpa” that is how I used to call you), a cool, relaxed, with no complexes, wonderful person.

You were a hard worker, reveler, honest, fearless person and you loved the whole world even if they didn’t deserve it. We were hanging out in the kitchen and you were singing to me “Koutalianos” and “Asta ta mallakia sou” (Greek old songs). You were telling me stories from your homeland Mytilini and how beautiful your village, Kalloni, was. You were sitting with dad telling jokes to each other and laughing as if you were father and son. Dad loved you as if you were his real father even if he was your son in law.

But you had a defect. You were smoking too much. Grandmother was nagging at you to quitting smoking. She had a bad feeling. I remember I was going first grade and we were the two of us at home in the living room. As you were walking, you bowed, you fell on your knees and you grabbed your heart. You cried for grandmother “ Nitsa, Nitsa!” and I had stayed there looking at you petrified. I did not understand what was happening. Grandmother came running from the kitchen and she helped you get up. They took you to the hospital. You had a heart attack. But you were strong and overcame it. Your doctors gave you medication and told you to quit smoking. A cardiologist had specifically told you that each cigarette you smoked was a nail in your coffin and you had replied: “Then tell me which would be my penultimate nail in order to quit smoking then. “

Oh, my sweet grandpa. How right this doctor was. Your heart was strong and withstood, but your lungs weren’t. When I was on third grade you were diagnosed with lung cancer. The whole family did its best to save you. We went to all hospitals, all pundits, we were preparing to take you abroad, but the chemotherapy had exhausted you. There could be nothing more done. You were full of cancer and you were unrecognizable. Your form was gone and it had left only a battered corpse with his bones. You were living at home with us and we lived together your torment to the end. Besides, that is what people do for their beloved persons. They share their pain and do whatever they can to alleviate it. I had finished the third grade and it was now summer. I remember you said to grandmother with winge: “Nitsaki mou [My Nitsaki] I did not to listen to you.” and she hugged you and she told you in tears: “Now it’s too late … “. The next day you were gone.

It’s been almost 30 years since then and I remember everything in detail. I was in the kitchen and grandmother came in with red eyes, she looked at me and said quietly with a soft voice: “Your Grandfather is gone”. I started crying and she told me not to cry. I had hanged on to her and we were crying together. Mom was a wreck and dad was trying to be strong for his “girls”. We had been left onour own.

In the summer of 2013 we had grandmother to the hospital and I saw you in my sleep. I hadn’t dreamt of you for years, I don’t remember how many. I dreamt that I was in a hallway of the hospital and I saw grandmother from the open door of a room, lying on a bed and doctors and nurses were taking care of her. I looked to the right of the hallway and I saw you coming towards me happy and healthy as before. You came close to me and I said to you “Grandpa!”, I was happy too. You clasped both of my hands and squeezed them into yours with a small beautiful smile. It was only for a moment but you showed me how satisfied you were with me and I felt you were passing on strength and courage to me. It was only for a moment and then you disappeared from my eyes.

I understood that you were going for grandma. The woman who you loved and she loved you so much that you defied her family that they didn’t want the two of you married and you eloped. I just hope now that she is gone too, you found each other and you are happy together wherever you are. That would be the only fair thing in so much injustice that surrounds us.

I love you “pappouka mou”,

Your Maria.

Name / Oνοματεπώνυμο: Georgios Kontellis
Mother's Name / Όνομα μητρός: Fillio
Address / Διεύθυνση: Kallithea/Athens/Greece
Birth Place / Μέρος γέννησης: Kalloni/Mytilini/Greece
Cause of Death / Αιτία θανάτου: Lung cancer
Age / Ηλικία: 61
Death Place / Μέρος θανάτου: Kallithea/Athens/Greece

To my big sister Evelyn.

You were like a mom to me. You were the best sister ever!!!

You used to take me to the playground, to the cinema, for coffee with your friends… We were playing hide and seek and you always let me win. You taught me how to put on makeup and many other girlish things. You were always helping me with my homework even if you were tired.
You wanted to be a model. You could have been. You were gorgeous!

You were tall and thin. When you were 15 years old you started telling us that you had to lose weight. In the beginning our parents didn’t pay any attention to you. You stopped eating junk food, drinking cola and eating chocolate. After a while, you reduced the amounts of food you were consuming. Our parents began to worry about you. They were telling you that you must start eating normally again. You couldn’t stand listening to them. Our parents and I were afraid. You were losing pounds quickly.

After a year you were skin and bones. Our parents had consulted psychologists in order to learn how to approach you. They took you to some of them but you were not cooperative. Our parents, our relatives, your teachers, your friends, your doctors, all of us were trying to save you but you didn’t listen to us at all. Our lives were a nightmare. You were unable to see how you really looked like! You were like a skeleton and you thought you were fat!

Your body was collapsing… You couldn’t even walk anymore. You were hospitalized. Only then, only when you saw yourself lying in that bed with all these tubes inside your body, you realized how serious the situation was.

At last, you realized you were suffering from anorexia nervosa and you wanted to live! You wanted to fight for your life!

You started trying to eat. You wanted to be normal again! I was happy that you finally realized that you had become a sick person. Our parents were happy too.
Your organs were damaged and your body was not strong enough to keep you in life.

I still remember that scene. My father and I were at the hallway and your doctor came close to us and he said “Mr. Allen, I would like to speak to you in private.” They left together and went to the doctor’s office. Dad stayed to his office more than 1 hour. When he returned, he looked like as if he had seen a ghost. I knew that something very bad was going on. Four days later, I learned what it was….

You were afraid and you didn’t want us to leave the room. I remember three days before you die, you were crying and screaming that you didn’t want to die. Your voice still sounds in my ears: “Please mom, I don’t want to die! Don’t let me die!” A nurse came then and she gave you a tranquillizer. I was petrified.

The last two days you had your eyes closed. You were alive but you couldn’t move at all. I was too young to understand that you were dying. Suddenly, you made a strange sound as if you cried and our parents were calling out your name. A nurse grubbed me and took me to another room. She told me that you were just fine. I knew that was not true but I wanted to believe her.

Our father walked into the room. He was in a mess. He took me home without saying anything. I didn’t ask anything because I was afraid of the answer. When we arrived at home, our aunt Helen was there. She hugged me and she told me that everything was going to be ok.

Nothing was ok. I never saw you again! Our parents didn’t let me come to the funeral because I was too young…
Now I am not sharing my bedroom with you anymore. Your bed isn’t here anymore. Instead of it, it’s a huge rabbit. You loved rabbits.
I want to see you again. I want to say how much I love you!!! None of us laughs anymore, we are sad and desperate to see you, to hold you, to kiss you!

I miss you Evelyn….

With all my love,

Your little Penny.

Name / Oνοματεπώνυμο: Evelyn Allen
Father's Name / Όνομα πατρός: Peter
Mother's Name / Όνομα μητρός: Kathy
Address / Διεύθυνση: London, U.K.
Birth Place / Μέρος γέννησης: Birmingham, U.K.
Birthday / Ημερομηνία γέννησης: 09-01-1984
Occupation / Επάγγελμα: student
Cause of Death / Αιτία θανάτου: Anorexia nervosa
Age / Ηλικία: 17 years old
Death Place / Μέρος θανάτου: London. U.K.
Death Date / Ημερομηνία θανάτου: 21-09-2001

When I was 9 years old, my parents gave me a special birthday present, YOU! You were the best and the sweetest present I ever had! You were my first pet and I was very excited.

I couldn’t take my eyes off you! You were a little furry ball! You were mine! Your noise was moving fast and your whiskers were moving up and down. You were adorable!

I learned how to take care of you. I learned what a magnificent thing is to have a hamster as a pet. I don’t have any brothers or sisters and you became my sister!
Every day I was looking forward to return from school and spend time with you. You were eating food from my hand. I was staring at you when you were eating carrots and holding them with your front feet.
I had you in my arms at nights, I was telling you my secrets, the crush I had with my schoolmate Eric, my arguments with my father as a teen, my worries about the school exams and all these details of my life.
You helped me overcome my parents’ divorce. That was a very difficult and sad period of my life. Somehow, you gave me the strength to get over it. I wasn’t feeling alone, I had your company and your psychological support. I was forgetting all the worries about the division of my family just by looking your innocent eyes and hugging you. Many people may say that I’m stupid to believe that because you’re just a hamster, but inside me I know what you meant to me, what you MEAN to me!
My parents had told me that hamsters don’t live long. These five years were amazing! Your death was sudden. One noon you were sleeping and you never woke up. I think it was better this way because you felt no pain. But I didn’t have the chance to say goodbye. I was waiting for you to wake up and play with me but that never happened.
We buried you in the back yard. I was leaving flowers to your grave and crying endlessly for weeks.

Now I know that you may not be here with me physically but your spirit is still here! However, I have to admit that there are times that your absence is unbearable.

You were and you still are the sister I had never had.

I love you my little fury Ariel.

Name / Oνοματεπώνυμο: Ariel
Address / Διεύθυνση: Madrid, Spain
Birth Place / Μέρος γέννησης: Madrid, Spain
Birthday / Ημερομηνία γέννησης: 01-01-1997
Cause of Death / Αιτία θανάτου: Old age
Age / Ηλικία: 4 years old
Death Place / Μέρος θανάτου: Madrid, Spain
Death Date / Ημερομηνία θανάτου: 18-10-2001

To my husband…

It was you, who made my life blossom. Before you, there was the darkness and then you came and every little thing took shape and glow. Before I met you, my life was empty, full of meaningless things. I had stopped to believe in love, I had given up and thought that I would spent all my life in loneliness.

I remember our first date, in that small bistro. I couldn’ believe how handsome you were. And we talked and talked for hours. We were a perfect match right from the beginning. You were wonderful in all ways. I fell in love with you almost instantly. Our marriage was so romantic and we were so happy. I thought that our happiness was going to last forever. After one year of marriage, we wanted a baby. Remember my love?

And then one night, the phone rang. An unknown voice from a hospital asking if I am married to you, telling me about a car accident, something terrible had happened! The phone slipped from my hand. I run to the hospital and I was keep on telling to myself that this can’t be happening, this is a mistake! But it wasn’t a mistake. It was you in that bed almost unrecognizable. You didn’t have any kind of contact. I just sat next to you in that bed and kissed your hand. Nothing, no response! I screamed for help but you were already gone. Where did you go? Why did you leave me alone? How could this have happened to us? You had promised me that you will never leave me. Why did you leave me? Why didn’t you keep your promise? Why bad things happen to good people? Why you? Why not me? If I could take your place, I would do it without second thought. I miss you. My life is empty again. I have kept your clothes, so I can smell you. It’s the only thing that remained from you. Your smell and memories. No one will ever take your place, Jonathan, no one!

I am waiting for the day that we will meet again. Soon, I hope.

Your wife,

Klara

Name / Oνοματεπώνυμο: Jonathan Cormas
Father's Name / Όνομα πατρός: Antonny
Mother's Name / Όνομα μητρός: Ratila
Birth Place / Μέρος γέννησης: Spain
Birthday / Ημερομηνία γέννησης: 19/7/1970
Occupation / Επάγγελμα: Pilot
Cause of Death / Αιτία θανάτου: Car Accident
Age / Ηλικία: 40
Death Place / Μέρος θανάτου: Vera Cruz, Mexico
Death Date / Ημερομηνία θανάτου: 8/6/2010

To Blacky.

My cousin Lucy wanted to adopt a cat so we went to a shelter.

As I was passing by the cages with the cats, I saw a blanket in a corner with a cat sitting on it. It was a little black cat covered in blood. He was meowing sadly. I asked for details about the cat. They told me that a car had hit him and he was seriously injured. His jaw was broken and he had some nasty deep wounds. He was in pain and scared to death. However, he allowed me to caress him. I felt sorry for him. Meanwhile, my cousin had chosen a little grey kitten, she adopted it and we left the shelter. As I was driving, the picture of the black cat was twirling in my mind. I turned left and went back to the shelter. I adopted him.

For the following 4 weeks I became his nurse. I was feeding him milk with a syringe and I was cleaning his wounds. A strong bond was created between us and we became inseparablefriends.

After 2 months, he had recovered completely from his injuries.

He became an adult, sociable, clever cat. He used to purr every time I was close to him. I used to take him with me at work. He was the mascot of the store! All of my customers liked him.

The best moments were when we were lying down on the sofa at nights. I miss our games. I remember I was pretending that I was going to attack him and we were playing wrestling. It was so fun!

In my bedroom there was a dreamcatcher with feathers. He loved to play with it. Many times I was waking up during night and there he was playing with the dreamcatcher! I was watching him until I was falling asleep again.

I miss him so much… I wish he was alive and I would never complain again about cleaning the cat litter.

After 12 beautiful years, he was an elderly cat. He had lost half of his vision and he was walking with difficulty. One day he got a cold. I thought it was nothing important. But…. The medicines didn’t work. The vet had warned me to be prepared because Blacky had a weak immune system. After one week, the diagnosis was pneumonia. We tried everything but we failed.

He knew he was dying. I could see it in his eyes and I couldn’t bear the thought that I was losing him.

The last afternoon, I had him in my arms, he looked me in the eyes as if he was saying goodbye, he closed his beautiful eyes and he left ….

I will always love you!

Name / Oνοματεπώνυμο: Blacky
Address / Διεύθυνση: Manchester, U.K.
Birth Place / Μέρος γέννησης: Manchester, U.K.
Birthday / Ημερομηνία γέννησης: 10-09-2000
Cause of Death / Αιτία θανάτου: Pneumonia
Age / Ηλικία: 12 years old
Death Place / Μέρος θανάτου: Manchester, U.K.
Death Date / Ημερομηνία θανάτου: 24-05-2012

To the world’s best Grandma.

You were, you are and you will be alive because only your body left. Your spirit is still here. You are not dead. You Are Here. I know it because I can feel you close to me, watching me in my daily life, being upset with my problems and being glad with my happiness, as when I had you by my side.

You gave me everything. You taught me what compassion and selfless love mean, to give and not to take, to have mercy and not to criticize. You stood by me in my most difficult moments. You didn’t give, you imparted power to me. You transformed me from a weak child into a strong woman, full of confidence that she can do and achieve anything. You vanished every fear I had inside me. You broaden my horizons and opened my mind. If I did not have you in my life, I would have been nothing.

My Grandmother, I tried to save you with all my power. I fought like a mad dog, and I nearly succeeded.

I held your hand in the hospital and your last words were “ I’m afraid.” and I told you “Do not be afraid. I’m here! “
And I mean it Grandma! I’m still here and I will not give up!

I am not saying goodbye because I know that this is not the goodbye!

Somehow we will be together again.

Until then, I dedicate this website to you. I want the world to see you and learn how Wonderful and Fair person you are.
It’s the least I can do for you.

I love you Grandma I adore you …

Name / Oνοματεπώνυμο: Anna Giakoupi Kontelli
Father's Name / Όνομα πατρός: Alexios
Mother's Name / Όνομα μητρός: Tassia
Address / Διεύθυνση: Athens, Greece
Birth Place / Μέρος γέννησης: Aigio, Ahaia, Greece
Birthday / Ημερομηνία γέννησης: 05-03-1933
Occupation / Επάγγελμα: Household
Cause of Death / Αιτία θανάτου: Septicemia / Skin cancer
Age / Ηλικία: 80 years old
Death Place / Μέρος θανάτου: Athens, Greece
Death Date / Ημερομηνία θανάτου: 19-11-2013