MY Life Story

My name is Argie Kalamotousakis and I am thirty seven years old. I was born and raised in Queens, New York. My parents raised me to be a good, kind and caring person with a big heart. I have one sister who is a year younger than me and we get along great. My sister recently got married and now lives in her own house with her husband. My dad's parents and mom's dad have passed away and not a day goes by that I do not think about them nor do I wonder if they knew how much I loved them. My first grandfather's name was Steve Gavaris and he was a very special person in my life. I was the first born grand daughter and had alot of love for my grandparents. My mom's father was a kind, smart, loving and caring guy with alot of love for his family. I was very close to my mom's father and remember all the good times me and him had. When I was younger and would visit my grandparents as often as we could, my grandfather always took me out for walks to the ice cream store or to buy fish for dinner from the fish market. My sister was too young to go with us so she stayed with my parents and grandmother. It was May 28 my mom's sister was at her parents house helping my grandmother cook dinner. My grandfather told my aunt that he was going to lay down and nap for a bit before dinner. He went to his bedroom to nap and passed away peacefully in his sleep he was 85 years old. My aunt called my house and I picked up the phone and told her mom was use the bathroom she told me when your mom gets out to call her. When my mom called my aunt, she told my mother what happened. I remember my mom telling me and I cried alot that day because loosing my grandfather was the hardest thing that I had to go through. Going to his funeral, was extremely tough I remember paying my last respects to him at the funeral parlor and before I got to see him in his coffin I was overcome with emotions that I almost fainted. Loosing my grandfather was the hardest thing for me to go through. I was grieving for a few months and realized that he would want me to be happy and knowing that he was in a better place. A few years later, my second grandfather whose name is Tom Kalamotousakis was a very special person who taught me a Greek song and to this day I still remember it. He was a loving person who cared so much for his family and worked hard to put food on the table for his five kids. He suffered from kidney failure and had to do dialysis for a very long time. He eventually passed away at the age of 84 and was in the dialysis center with his oldest son being there by his bedside. His death made me understand that God had a plan for all of us and loose him was like loosing a part of myself. I took his death hard and grieved for a very long time and then I realized that he was not suffering anymore and was at peace. My grandmother's name was Argyro which I was named after her and she was my dad's mother. She was a sweet and strong person who loved her kids and grandkids. My sister and I along with all her other grandkids visited her at her home before her passing. She was 92 years old when she passed away peacefully at home with her daughter by her bedside. At her funeral, my family and I gathered around her crying and hug each other. Its been three years since I lost my grandmother and everyday I think about her and the kind of person she was. Loosing people you love dear to your heart, is a hard thing to go through in anyone's life. I now have one person left and that is my mother's mom who lives at home and has a brain tumor and trouble walking but still manages with some help from a lady. Few years ago before my grandparents death back in 1992, my mom's sister was heading home from work in Manhattan and her husband was to pick us up from my house for a sleepover until we got a call from her hubby saying that my aunt got hit by a cab accidentally while my aunt was walking to the train station. At the time, she was pregnant so my dad drove my sister and I to his sister house and we stayed there watch the news of my aunt and her accident. My aunt and the baby survived but my aunt needed alot of physical therapy so we all took care of the baby who is named Mary after the Virgin Mary. My aunt's sister-in law Pota lost her hubby few years ago from health issues so her oldest son had to care for the family. Back in the summer of 2011, my parents were in Miami, Florida for a vacation with some friends. My uncle's sister suffered an aneurysm in Greece and slipped in a coma for a very long time. Her son Taso who was 38 years old had to care for his mom along with his uncle's help and he was very depressed for a long time that no one knew what he was gonna do. I got a call from my aunt that day and she told me that Taso passed away. My mom's brother told my parents what happened and they came back from their trip. He was to look at a apartment with a real estate person he went outside and he texted his younger brother who was 35 years old telling him to take care of their mother. At that time, he was very deressed and has been for a long time since before his father's death. He was on the balcony and jumped off ending his life. To this day, my uncle's sister does not know the truth about what happened to her son Taso. Because of her coma and everything she's been through so they told her that her son passed away from back surgery. . My family and I went to Taso funeral and they had pictures of him with his family and had the coffin closed. His mother could not make the funeral because she was not strong enough yet to go but we payed our respects. It was a hard thing to go through because I knew him and he was so young to end his life that way.