Yiayia's Journey Part 25
On a December night in 2002, my Yiayia ~ the ever evolving, marvelous matriarch
Penelope Conomos ~ savored a rare, full circle moment. With her youngest
grandchild Alexa home for the holidays, the entire family reunited to plan the
journey of a lifetime - a family trip to Yiayia's beloved homeland of Greece.
But
later that very night, the phone rang with terrible news. No less than an hour
after the family parted, Anastasia suddenly collapsed and was rushed to the
hospital. After conducting a battery of tests, the results were devastating.
Seemingly overnight, Anastasia had developed stage 4 cancer. And she was now in
the fight for her life.
But
the cancer would not relent. And as her health deteriorated, Anastasia would
ask Yiayia for one final gift: to visit their homeland one last time together.
So at the age of 95, the still vigorous former peasant girl who'd once only
ever travelled by donkey, then by boat and then by train, would now board a plane to
grant her daughter's dying wish.
Upon
arriving at the familiar shores of Kythera with my father and other relatives, Yiayia would lead Anastasia on final jaunts through time: To that lonely stone
cottage overlooking the sea where Yiayia had miraculously been born. The platia
where Papou had first glimpsed the beautiful, laughing Yiayia riding her donkey
side saddle to market. And to the family cemetery - the eternal home of Yiayia s beloved mother and relatives. It was also where Yiayia's trademark
feisty nature reared its wonderful head again.
For
per Greek tradition, relatives were buried together. One by one they'd re-open
the slab and add another family member to the club. So upon reading the names
on that family grave, she'd say, "My beloved Mother!" Cue wailing.
"My sweet cousin!" More crying. "Oh look, there's so and
so". More weeping. And then finally, an abrupt: "And there's--. Wait,
what the--? What the hell is SHE doing in there??" (We were later informed that she was a
distant cousin who Yiayia thought was "loose" with the village men.)
Indeed,
amid such sadness, Yiayia's inner fire provided her much needed strength. For
no one truly comprehended just how much grit she'd have to muster to revisit
the memories of her past. Each jaunt was a painful reminder of just how much
she'd had to adapt and to endure over the years. And that very soon, she would
have to do so yet again.
So
upon returning to American soil beside her precious Anastasia, the usually ever
gracious, always wise Yiayia became angry. And so having fulfilled
Anastasia's last wish ~ my Yiayia made this solemn vow: that she would never
return to the shores of her beloved homeland of Greece again. Never. Such is
the life.
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