Homewhispers

July 4, 2016 § Leave a comment


These last few shots are from the village cemetery. When I come back to Greece I equally visit living and dead relatives.


My grandpa died July 4th, nineteen years ago. Grandma died only three weeks later. Although the two of them were not always in best terms while alive, it seems they preferred staying together in eternity than not. 


We did a ‘trisagio’, a blessing for the dead, at the cemetery. The priest is called to say the prayers and he reads the names of a family’s dead three times. On a piece of paper we wrote down twenty names. 

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