Saturday, February 25, 2023
Aunt Tasia was the closest thing to a sister my father had and his love for her is eternal. He lived for her cooking. She put her love into every bite of dolmades, finikia, diples, tiropita... My memories of trips to her house are full of amazing tastes and smells and there is nowhere I have found, here or in Greece, that makes tiropita that tasted as good as hers. They were my favorite food as a child. Her cooking was one of dad's last joys towards the end of his life and she came to Virginia to give that love to him, transforming the kitchen into his mother's for a few days of complete and total Greek family culinary bliss. She was the kind, loving, beautiful matriarch of our family and she was the woman who named me my daddy's doll. I don't think I ever heard her speak to me with any other name. She would put my face in her hands, squeeze, and fill me with love all the way down to my toes. I am crushed to not be with you all on this day, but sometimes the best laid plans get foiled by weather and canceled flights. We remember her in our hearts. May she rest in our love with Uncle John and all those that have gone before us. ❤️❤️❤️ With love, Kristina
