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The Nifoula
The Nifoula As printed in The Last Word Anthology, you can find a copy of it here Long drives, open roads and old school Greek beats are prized possessions in the memories of my childhood. The purring of the V8 engine of Dad’s cherished ‘71 Holden Brougham, lovingly nicknamed The Nifi, because he adored the car like a wife, vibrating through my brain like a song I can’t seem to forget, nor do I want to. After the death of my dad, these memories are worshipped above all else. The tune of Mikri Mou Melissa, a song that always recalls images of tapping on the slim steering wheel, while singing loudly…
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Three Years Too Long
You guys may have noticed that my blog was void a blog post on Tuesday. It was my dad’s three year death anniversary on Wednesday and I was hoping to find the words to sum up what I was feeling when the time came for it, but unfortunately, I haven’t. I have no more words for how it makes me feel. I’m past angry, I’m past maybe even sad. Sometimes I feel like I’m past the hurt, but then I remember that the man that always held my hand and helped me is gone. He no longer and tell me he told me so without the actual words having left…
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I never thought I’d be grieving a parent
It’s been 18 months since my hard arse, strict and ever loving and supportive father was taken before his time and in that time I’ve had numerous people ask me how I am, how I’m coping and I’ve gone with the honest, sometimes hiding the real truth of an answer: I’m doing the best that I can. And it’s true. I am. There’s no manual about how to deal with the loss of a parent, there’s no concrete handbook on grief that is personalised for you to work through. There’s only life and it continues like nothing has changed. It’s really okay that there’s a hole in my life and…
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In Memory of My Dad, Georgie Porgie
It’s been a year today since I got that phone call that left me sobbing on my cold tiled apartment floor that a man that I loved and adored was gone. I always thought that my dad was always going to be around, he was always there when I needed him, even when my pride was telling me that I couldn’t ask for help, he was patiently waiting for me to find a way to get past it. But I was his daughter (and I still am), I’m stubborn to my core and I want to do things my way, no matter how I get them. I will work on…
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Sharing Sunday – Dad’s Eulogy
I’m still waiting for a few people to send me their pieces but today for Sharing Sunday I’m sharing Dad’s Eulogy I read out at his wake. I don’t know how I managed to get through all of it without crying but I did it. Dad’s Eulogy George Panagiotis Kontos. It’s just a name, but the man behind the name is one that I’ve always struggled to put into words. He was kind, caring, loving, hilarious and a dork. Each and every one one of you here can attest to having shared a funny or dirty joke with him. He was the epitome of jokester. Most of all he was…
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The Bottom Of The Well
For weeks I’d felt like something was off. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I was having random chest pains from the stress at work and the stress of money. Or at least I thought I was. I took deep breaths and waited for the feeling to pass. I did meditation and had long hot bubble baths. But even still I felt off. On Friday, the day before my life changed completely I felt weird; disconnected; hollow. I mentioned this to my bestie and she tried to help me through it. I thought I was past it. Saturday rolled around and I woke up at 6:16am, a full…
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Sharing Sunday – A little message
It’s just ticked over into Monday here, so it’s technically not even Sunday. So as you’ve all noticed there was no Sharing Sunday. I had one lined up. I had all of the info from it but the unthinkable happened yesterday. I got a call and found out that my dad had passed away. It still doesn’t feel real saying that because he was my dad. I was joking with him on Thursday and he was in good spirits. He was always smiling, always happy and just…my dad. He’s the first person who taught me out to drive, who gave me lectures when I was bad, who shared stories from…