Ever since I was a small child in the village of Syvros my uncle Harilaos was the person I admired and aspired to be like him. He was a bright mind and a pioneer. He had a sweet character, kind and gracious manners and a love for humanity. He would stop in the street to talk to a small child with sweetness. He paid full attention and listened carefully to people from all walks of life, regardless of their age, education, wealth etc.
Everybody who knew him would speak well for him.
My teacher in elementary school used to tell me that in the beginning of his career he had Harilaos as a student. He told me how Harilaos was distinguished for his bright mind and his thirst for knowledge. This was in a time when access to books and knowledge was very limited, but still my uncle would ask his teacher for any available books. He would read even when riding the horse going to the fields to help his family.
He loved and helped his parents and siblings. He helped my late father Vangelis (his older brother) emotionally and economically at all occasions where circumstances were not favourable for him. My father loved Harilaos and his family very much. Whenever Harilaos and his family visited Athens he tried his best to please them. In the last 3 months of 2013 I lost two of the people I loved the most: my father Vangelis and my uncle Harilaos. I will miss them both.
Rest In Peace