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Elli Christodoulakis

March 9, 1940


June 22, 2009

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On Saturday March 9, 1940, God sent an angel to earth. My mother was born.

I remember her telling me stories of growing up in Greece. There she lived with her parents, four sisters and one brother. She lived a wholesome life filled with love.

She told me she was the strongest and the fastest. If memory serves me, she beat all the cousins in arm wrestling over the years. She could also pinch you with her toes so hard, a tear would come to your eye.
One time, she put her shoes by a well and hid from Yiayia so that Yiayia would think she fell down the well. When Yiayia got a hold of her she got a good beating. I guess playing in a well when she was young was dangerous so she tried to protect me from every danger. That's why my curfew was 10:00PM when I was 21.
My mother has a great sense of family. Blood is thicker than water. And when hard times come, family usually follows to provide support. My mother always had my and my sister's best interests in the forefront. She lived for us and desperately wanted us to be happy. She looked after her parents and later looked after her mother when Papou died. She also looked after her husband, her children and grandchildren. She was a very caring and loving woman.

She loved music and loved to dance. She loved flowers and plants. She loved nature and animals. She loved to draw. I took a collection of her drawings and laminated and binded them and made her an art book. She was so proud to show it.

As a teenager, I thought I was smarter than my parents. However, I learned that my mother's words of wisdom were all correct. She said, you can only count true friends on one hand as all the others would turn out to be acquaintances. Pay your debts off as soon as possible and save your money for a rainy day.
My mother was giving and generous. She would give you the shirt off her back if you asked for it. If you asked her for financial assistance, she would not hesitate in taking a loan to give you money.
My mother was also my friend. She knew how to play. I remember her playing with my when I was growing up and I got to relive it when she played with my kids. Nicolette would look to my mother for a hairstyle and lipstick. John would play soccer with her.
This is going to sound unimportant, but not only did we lose a wife, mother, grandmother, sister, aunt, cousin and friend, we lost the best Pita, choureki and tzatziki ever made.
I can go on for hours but the one thing that I remember about my mother is how she always held my hand when I was feeling sick or sad. I tried my best to hold her hand during her battle. It sounds cliché, but she was the best mother.

On Monday June 22, 2009, God recalled an angel to Heaven. Even though she is gone, all her flowers and plants at home are in full bloom. I feel sad and angry that she is gone. It is far too soon for her to go. She will be greatly missed. We love you with all our hearts. We will always remember you. May God bless you and rest in peace.