My Dear Sister Dimitroula

I don’t know where to begin,

From our childhood memories to the present time,

Nothing but good memories.

As a young boy I used to write your name-Dimitroula all over the walls in the village

That is known as graffiti

My last recollection of that is when I did the ultimate graffiti on our brand new front door with small nails.

I thought I would surprise everyone when they got home.

After a good lecture from my parents I realized that was not a good idea.

You were the first to leave our beautiful  AVLI (yard) and we felt the first void in our young lives.

And now this will be my second void.

Each day at around 4pm we talked on the phone about our daily lives.

Please know that we will continue to call each other with our sister Katina and reminisce about our good memories,

You remain unsurpassed in every way.

You are what your children Mike and Helen say: our Macedonian Martha Stewart

May you rest in peace, my dear sister Dimitroula

Your brother,

Kouzi (Kosmas/Ken)

Our regards to mom and dad