As some of you may know, my Papou (Greek for Grandfather) passed away this past week. I'm not going to write much. Not because he doesn't deserve a novel, but because I can't write more than a paragraph without my eyes turning into Niagra Falls. I just want him to know how much I love him and appreciate all that he did for me while he was here. My life will never completely be the same without him. But I know that no matter how hard it will be, it was worth every moment that I was able to spend with him. I love you so much Grandpa. You will always be in my heart, my thoughts, and my prayers.
