George Costidis

Dear George,
As I re-read my entry from January, I am overwhelmed with grief. Five days after the entry, John became ill and six weeks later he passed on.

These last moths have been unbearable. I do not know how to get back on track. John had been typing the musical and now, there it sits, again, on the sidelines of my life.

George, please. I know that you have been standing quietly, waiting for me to resume my work. I know that my work at the little church is...

Dear George,
The Day of Epiphany came and miracles came with it. There is a new house I am considering moving to. These last three years have been hard, not moving forward on "The Betty House" goal. Seems like I got stuck in the moment where all stopped. Now, I think there may be a chance to turn it around.

A few blocks from the possible new house is a tiny Greek Orthodox Church. It is in a house. Calling the priest, it was a heart-tugging experience, as I heard in his 72 year old...

Dear George,
MERRY CHRISTMAS my friend, Merry Christmas. Yesterday I awoke with the worst cold. A sadness overcame me a day earlier and today I am nursing the sniffles and shivers. Ugh!!

The day of your memorial was beautiful. The Wheat turned out so nice and the Priest gave a heartfelt blessing for your spirit. In some ways, it matched mine. Though I want so much more for your life beyond this realm. I am working to get the musical out of me and into the world.

I have...

Dear George,
Today the shop was busier than the days of no customers over the last months. I was able to sell a few dolls and a few tea pots this weekend. And while I know I have to keep at it, it did feel better.

I lost focus this past week. I typed only nine pages. It seems that as I get close to being done every distraction I could imagine is creeping in to pull me away from the task at hand. I feel your presence often, even at the casino.

I have shared the joy I feel at...

Dear George,
The weather here is cold to the bone for Florida. I wore your grand sweat shirt and marveled at both its warmth and its texture. I wondered if it was a gift to you from a loved one or if it was your choice. It kept the cold out wonderfully.

I find that my mood is deep in thought. I worked on Amalia's Mansion song for hours. The words are labored and the music is awkward. How to sort it out. I got it on the concept of simplifying while making it more universal. And I...

Dear George,
Thank you for helping me. The words that are coming now to complete the songs seem to fit so perfectly. In a few days all will be ready for the rewrite. My plan is to have it completed for for your six month service. I wonder at times if I should give a copy of it to your family as a gift. We will see.

On other matters, I find myself grabbing for straws. I can not seem to get back on track health wise. The medicine sits by the table and I look away. George, you...

My Dearest George,
Walking through the thrift store the other day, I came across your wonderful boulder creek sweat shirt. I felt you so close, so very alive. I took the shirt home of course with its 6x label and I was reminded of the stature of the man who filled the shirt. In these days of strife, meeting you came at the exact moment.

The musical is found. The words in George's heart are flowing out and I am working hard to bring it all together. This page means much to me for...