He was abusing drugs and alcohol for as long as I can remember.
The last 15 years he lived in a small town outside Athens with his mother.
He was flimsy and weak and incapable to work.
So I knew that the moment his dad dies, he will take all the money left in the will and use it for heroin, pills and whatever his heart desires ... and he will die within a month.
My sister deep down could not believe this ... she had still hope hope I guess...
Yesterday his mother went to find him in Athens because he refused to return home. She begged him to come back.
He did because he was in no condition to argue.
Today he started throwing up something black. She took him to the hospital where he died within a few hours.
The doctors said that he was simply rotten inside.
My sister is sad.
I told her I cried for him 20 years ago when I realized he was "rotten in his head" and was using heroin.
I told her then, that he was dead to me.
No one understood why.
I have this Kassandra Complex that haunts me.
This death is no surprise.
When my sister called and told me a moment ago I said :" what took him so long?" And I am sure she thinks I'm cruel and heartless.
But I AM sad ... for his poor mother ... her tears and sorrow is unimaginable ...
One by one my father's bloodline is disappearing ...
Themis is now finally resting in peace ...
R.I.P. you lil son of an alcoholic piece of shit.
You brought nothing but pain shame and misery to everyone around you.
Byt he way I don't really think we are sharing the same paternal line.
My grandmother was... eeehh... an adventurus woman. My uncle (Themis dad) did not look like my grandfather one bit :p )