Easter

You made Easter our favourite time of year. Now it will always be the hardest period to get through.

Not seeing you in the front row at church, or being able to taste your koulourakia, flaounes or pasticho will be hard every year. But the worst part is the magic is gone. Your absence makes everything cold, stale and lonely.

It wasn't the traditions I loved at Easter it was the effort, warmth and love you put in it.

You made the day special for us and now you're gone, so is the magic.

Missing you every single day.