Last night we ate at a taverna called Kabourelia, remember the best fish and seafood in Skiathos; and guess what:- Mr Kabourelia, the old man and founder of the taverna, died of a stroke in Volos.
We were shocked to see the restaurant manager and all our friends we made there, crying and being so sad because their boss died so suddenly!
We saw many old men cry about the death of their friend. The island community is close knit and we often see the older men drinking and talking and playing backgammon.
We waited for the ceremony to be over and then we entered the grave yard. What a beautiful and tranquil spot on a hill overlooking the ocean. And the graves are all full in bloom with life and celebration.
The grave digger Theo Nikolidas is a friendly chap and said we are welcome to come 10am tomorrow and witness the last ceremony for the departed, after the grave is closed and the flowers are in place. We were a bit surprised about his invitation but he seemed to be very happy about making the suggestion.
Many graves have candles burning and while we were there, people would enter with flowers and candles to put on the graves of their loved ones! We asked one lady how often she comes, "everyday" she said.
I am seriously into ancestor worship! I believe it's a grand thing to honour those that walked the path before you, because they are now your support from spirit! I only have the very best memories of my grand parents, they were amazing people and deeply supportive and loving towards me.
When I get back to South Africa I am also going to plant their graves full of geraniums and they each can have an olive tree too! It's time for us to leave our seriousness around graveyards behind!
Why the mask?
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