Our 77-year-old fellow citizen Andreas Angelopoulos, father of “C” sports editor Tasos Angelopoulos, is being taken to his last residence today.
The deceased and his wife Maria had two children, Yiannis, a private employee who lives in Germany, and Tasos, sports editor of “G”, while he was fortunate to meet two grandchildren, Andreas and Eleni – Melina.
The funeral procession of the deceased will be held at 11 this morning from the Holy Church of Agia Foteini in Patras and his burial will take place in the 2nd Municipal Cemetery of Lefkas.
“TO FEEL HOW YOUR KINDNESS EXISTS”
With touching words, his son Tasos Angelopoulos bids farewell to his father by making a post – a tribute of his soul: “…On Wednesday night, fate played its game on me for the second time, as after Christina who passed away six years ago months, the loss of my father came to be added.
All this time that he was in and out of the two hospitals of Patras, I was by his side, just as my mother Maria was by his side, who never left him out of her sight for a moment.
He left without a word, he left for eternity a MASTER, as he had been all his life, worked hard father.
I remember him as a cashier at the City Buses of Patras, then a waiter (previously he worked at Parisiana), at Anamnisis, Iliaktida, Diakou and finally at Rodamos in the Veta area. He was with a tray in his hand serving the customers in the catering establishments in the so-called bouzoukomaza.
He never got tired, then came the old KATE – KATEE, later TEI where he worked there as a security guard. Students of the time, they had to remember.
Among them was the good colleague from Zakynthos, Tasos o Theodosis, who asked me what your father, “Mr. Andreas”, himself, the old football referee, Kapelakis, does. They told me stories about their experiences as students and I was really glad that they were talking about Dad. She was kind and thank God I got her.
Years passed where we had a great time as a family but I will dwell more on the last days. I was holding his hand in the NICU ward where he was being treated for his illness and I thought I was holding the whole earth.
As a film, my entire childhood with him flashed past me, the walks we took when he had time, the evenings I went to in the 90s to the bouzouki shops where he worked to drink whiskey and he paid for it.
The pocket money I told him I didn’t take from mom to give to me – even though he knew I had taken it – The mischief I did and I used to tell him that it wasn’t me, but that Giannis wouldn’t punish only me… Father, I’ll miss you very.
And the 29 words from the lyrics of the song “Father” by Antipa, say it all: “I wanted you to live even in ruins, in a corner to see your shadow, to feel that your kindness exists, child to keep me in your hug…”.