Dear Tom and Sun Mi,
Whenever I think of Alecos, a colorful photo pops up in my mind. It is really a vivid memory of Alecos entering, at twelve years of age, his dormitory room at Anatolia College. He was accompanied by his father and, I think, by at least one of his brothers. As usual, Alecos was wearing his best smile and spoke softly and with excitement. His father was very serious and, I think, a bit apprehensive. Just like my own parents three years earlier, I’m sure he was just trying to make sense of what his son was getting into. Perhaps he was also trying to get some assurance or confirmation that Anatolia would be a safe place for Alecos, that he would obtain a good education there, and that he would become a valuable person to his family and society. I was Alecos’ “room daddy” that year. Since that time, I’ve considered him as one of my best friends.
Alecos quickly distinguished himself as one of the brightest, most inquisitive and most thoughtful scholarship students in his class. It is not a secret, he also turned out to be one of Anatolia’s most treasured students. Like Alecos and many other students, I view the years we spent at Anatolia as years of growth and transformation. Those were also years we deep and lasting connections.
Even though Alecos and I did not communicate as much as perhaps we could (I blame myself for that), we did keep in touch over the years. He and I got reunited at the University of Minnesota when he was a Ph.D. student there and I, a visiting Ph.D. student from Yale. In addition to reminiscing about our common past, Alecos and I bounced research ideas off each other, and shared insights on problems of mutual interest. We also had fun playing basketball in the courts of the St. Paul campus (like we did countless many times back at Anatolia) and got to know each other’s future spouses and families.
Several years later, when my wife, Heidi, and our expanding family moved to State College, PA, Alecos and his family visited us for a weekend there. It was satisfying to see our boys play with Tom in our backyard in the hot summer weather under the refreshing water of our sprinklers.
Since that time, Alecos and I saw each other a good number of times in Greece, in D.C. and Virginia. About two years ago, I heard about his battle with cancer and facetimed him. He was upbeat and optimistic – I did not expect anything less. This was a very emotional reunion for me.
I cannot digest the idea that I will not see Alecos again. I will never forget his infectious laughter and I will miss it and him dearly. But I will also cherish the good times we had together.
Hang in there, Tom and Sun Mi.