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by **miltiades** » Sun Nov 29, 2009 11:42 am

Having lived here in the UK for exactly 48 years I have now decided that I will return to my beloved Cyprus , having lost the main reason of my continued stay in the UK I now have to plan my return hopefully next year late summer.Much work is needed , not least the arrangements for the continuation of my business in order that it continues to provide me with sufficient income to allow me the enjoyment that I have of participating in ...wine tasting.The grandchildren are the focus of my life right now , I adore them and I look forward spending time with them , enjoying their childish conversations , whims and naughtiness .
Cyprus continues to be , as it always has , my paradise island , faults it most certainly has , utopia does not exist , but comparing the quality of life ,
weather , blue skies , the people too , then Cyprus is way above the UK.
I know of many " Charlies" who on returning to Cyprus soon become disgruntled with the way of life in Cyprus , constantly comparing life in the UK and life in Cyprus. Two different nations and yet so similar in so many respects not least their kindness , human interactions , love of families and a commitment to law and order as well as their respect of the sanctity of life.
Much of my family is English or part English , strange that I consider my self a 100% Cypriot !!!
While in Limassol last week , my son and I went out one evening and spent a couple of hours at a newish Cafe /Beach restaurant by the pier , the restaurant nesting on top of the rocks with the waves constantly rising up to your table level as if to say Hello. Had a few beers with my son and shared a Pizza. We both commended on the tranquility the spectacular serenity emanating from the sea trenched rocks , the noise of the waves gently crushing on to the fascia and both forgot for a couple of hours the reason of our visit to Cyprus and in particular that Mondays earlier event .
The following day I visited Iris armed with a thick felt tip , a cleaning cloth and a spray . The temporary cross had the date of her passing away as the 11th , instead of the 13th , her English name Iris was not on the cross , just her name given on her christening certificate , Christina .
I wrote her name and corrected the date with some effort.
On my last day , Wednesday , I just had to go back for one last time .
I reprimanded her for ...letting me down , we both shared a sense of humour , I knelt and kissed the flowers on her grave promising to be back late December for Xmas.
Left to do some shopping and while at Carefour I discovered my mobile phone was missing. Checked the car not there , it must be at the grave I immediately thought , dropped out of my pocket while kneeling down. Off I went back to the cemetery , the priest that saw me earlier was sitting on a bench under a tree at the entrance . I said hello and told him about my phone missing. Let me ring your number he said , the phone rung at the grave on top of the flowers ! Once wasn't enough for Iris , she wanted me back one last time.
Sorry to have bored you guys , last time I promise.

by **waldorf** » Sun Nov 29, 2009 11:53 am

Milti......Extremely touching.

by **fig head** » Sun Nov 29, 2009 12:36 pm

miltiades you are lucky man, you truelly been loved and loved

by **denizaksulu** » Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:25 pm

miltiades wrote:Having lived here in the UK for exactly 48 years I have now decided that I will return to my beloved Cyprus , having lost the main reason of my continued stay in the UK I now have to plan my return hopefully next year late summer.Much work is needed , not least the arrangements for the continuation of my business in order that it continues to provide me with sufficient income to allow me the enjoyment that I have of participating in ...wine tasting.The grandchildren are the focus of my life right now , I adore them and I look forward spending time with them , enjoying their childish conversations , whims and naughtiness .
Cyprus continues to be , as it always has , my paradise island , faults it most certainly has , utopia does not exist , but comparing the quality of life ,
weather , blue skies , the people too , then Cyprus is way above the UK.
I know of many " Charlies" who on returning to Cyprus soon become disgruntled with the way of life in Cyprus , constantly comparing life in the UK and life in Cyprus. Two different nations and yet so similar in so many respects not least their kindness , human interactions , love of families and a commitment to law and order as well as their respect of the sanctity of life.
Much of my family is English or part English , strange that I consider my self a 100% Cypriot !!!
While in Limassol last week , my son and I went out one evening and spent a couple of hours at a newish Cafe /Beach restaurant by the pier , the restaurant nesting on top of the rocks with the waves constantly rising up to your table level as if to say Hello. Had a few beers with my son and shared a Pizza. We both commended on the tranquility the spectacular serenity emanating from the sea trenched rocks , the noise of the waves gently crushing on to the fascia and both forgot for a couple of hours the reason of our visit to Cyprus and in particular that Mondays earlier event .
The following day I visited Iris armed with a thick felt tip , a cleaning cloth and a spray . The temporary cross had the date of her passing away as the 11th , instead of the 13th , her English name Iris was not on the cross , just her name given on her christening certificate , Christina .
I wrote her name and corrected the date with some effort.
On my last day , Wednesday , I just had to go back for one last time .
I reprimanded her for ...letting me down , we both shared a sense of humour , I knelt and kissed the flowers on her grave promising to be back late December for Xmas.
Left to do some shopping and while at Carefour I discovered my mobile phone was missing. Checked the car not there , it must be at the grave I immediately thought , dropped out of my pocket while kneeling down. Off I went back to the cemetery , the priest that saw me earlier was sitting on a bench under a tree at the entrance . I said hello and told him about my phone missing. Let me ring your number he said , the phone rung at the grave on top of the flowers ! Once wasn't enough for Iris , she wanted me back one last time.
Sorry to have bored you guys , last time I promise.

Flipping heck Milti..............................................