"Many times I said to myself that it would be better for God to take me instead of her" A moving story of a father

Father's Day ή Father's day…

It is called the annual mobile holiday in honor of the father, paternal ties and generally the influence of fathers in society.

It is celebrated every year on the third Sunday of June in many countries around the world, although in some countries the date may vary. In essence, it is a celebration that aims to show that the role of the father is just as important as that of the mother, since very often in our society, fathers take second place.

  The first historically known case of organized celebration His day Father etake place at Fairmont of West Virginia in the United States of America 5 July 1908. Organized by Grace Golden Clayton, who wanted to celebrate in honor of the 210 dead fathers who lost their lives in a mine, in the so-called Tragedy of Monongah Mining disaster a few months ago in Mononga, West Virginia, in December 1907. However, it did not receive much response and remained on the sidelines for several years.

  Although some spasmodic attempts were made to formalize the holiday, it was not until 1966 that it was officially introduced by the then President of the United States. Lyndon Johnson and was finalized in 1972 by President Nixon. In Greece, the holiday was established by the association of divorced men, due to the disparagement faced by fathers by the courts regarding the custody of children when divorces were tried.

These are some stories that touch your heart…

The moving story of a man who lost his wife to a cold and raised his 4 children alone.

O Mr. Savvas Georgiou reports in ant1iwo:

"I was born on 6/7/1961 in Larnaca. When I was 22, I met and fell in love with my wife. Our relationship was pure and beautiful, as befitted our time. She was 15 years old and was a very beautiful and sweet girl.

We got married in 1986 and had 4 children, 2 boys and 2 girls. It was the most beautiful years of my life !!!

My wife was a wonderful person. Kind, benevolent and full of love. She was a beautiful woman, a unique mother. Unfortunately, she did not manage to enjoy anything, neither her children nor her family.

It was March 19, 2009…

He did not feel well at all and we went to the hospital. He had a bad cold but was one of those people who did not like to take a lot of drugs and antibiotics. We were told that from the common cold sepsis occurred ( Η Sepsis or bacteremia, is a very serious disease that can occur at any age and is characterized by the detection of germs-bacteria in the blood (circulatory system). He was hospitalized and was in repression. We brought a doctor from Israel to examine her and we expected her to be well soon. Unfortunately…

 On March 21, at 10:30 pm, he closed his eyes forever. Evroula passed away. Nothing could comfort us, 4 orphans and a husband lost in pain and a huge "why?", That was the picture.

It was as if the earth was lost under my feet, unable to find ways to help me manage the situation, the pain. A titanic fight had already begun, I thought, now one would have to fight for everything. I had a child of 20 years, a 16, a 10 and the little one close to 6. I had to be constantly by their side, to support them, to raise them. Fortunately, I had our parents by my side. Of course, more, I had my sister Eleni, she stood by my children like a mother.

The first 3 years…

Almost every night, I felt her constantly next to me. I thought Evroula was there, in the room with me. One night I was very sick and I had high fever, when at some point I fell asleep, I saw her in my dream. He came to me and said: "Your time has not come, go back". Many nights I would lock myself in my room so that my children would not see me and I would cry for hours. Many times I said to myself that it would be better for God to take me instead of her.

I did not care for myself but only for my children. I was both a father and a mother. I tried as hard as I could and today I am very proud that I brought out good and good children in society. I am sure that their mother will also be proud from up there.  

About 2 years ago…

Relatives and friends insisted that I rebuild my life after my children grew up. The truth is they did not want me to be alone either. Today I am with a girl who respects and loves them, as well as me. Maybe Evroula made sure that this woman came into our lives.

 Today is Father's Day…

 I wish all the fathers of the world to be well and to always be by the side of their children. Our children and our eyes! Because nowadays, unfortunately, only bad things happen, how much we hear every day…

We are not born parents, we become. Nor is there a manual on how to become a good mother or a good father. You strive with God's help and love. In cases where it does not exist  mother, love becomes even greater lest she manage to cover her own. We must not forget that our contribution to the mental world and the formation of our children's character is more important than the material goods we offer them ".