Helen Christos Obituary

TO THE CHRISTAKAKOS FAMILY, I AM
SORRY TO HEAR ABOUT HELEN. MY
FAMILY WILL MISS A BEAUTIFUL COUSIN AND FRIEND. I HAVE A LOT OF GREAT MEMORIES. MAY HER MEMORY BE ETERNAL. J LOUMBAS

Dean,

Although I never met your mother I can tell by the others who have signed this guest book and the stories you have told me what a wonderful woman and loving woman she was. She didn't leave you Dean, she just went to a better place. Having lost my Papa I can understand what you're going through.My prayers and thoughts are with you and your family.

Our sincerest sympathies.
Nick and Pat Serentelos

May your hearts soon be filled with wonderful memories of joyful times together as you celebrate a life well-lived.

My thoughts and prayers are with all the Christos family during this sorrowful passing! Knowing she is with God now is a wonderful blessing! I hope that the wonderful memories will sustain you as you grieve! All my love, prayers and blessings! If there is anything I can do, please let me know!

Berthene,
My deepest condolences in your families time of grief. Losing a parent is very hard. Your in my thoughts and prayers.

This is how I will remember you Ma.

Dean

The first time I met Helen was at the end of March, 1995. Dean and I went to visit Aunt Betty and Helen was there. We walked into what appeared to be a very heated sisterly disagreement. I remember standing there for a few minutes before either of them noticed we had walked in...long enough to get my first introduction to Betty and Helen.

There was never any doubt how either of them felt about whatever they were talking about… they always let you know exactly what they thought….usually in very colorful language. When they noticed that Dean was not alone, they suddenly stopped and Helen jumped up, came across the kitchen to me and gave me a huge hug “Hi, I’m Helen. I’m Dean’s momma.”



It took very little time to love this woman. She was always giving—affectionate always, but mostly trying to give away “stuff” food, pop…whatever she had—she always wanted to give it away. Not that I ever looked like I was starving, but she always wanted to feed me. And she always reminded me that Deanie Weenie was her baby.



Years later, after this hideous disease took its toll on her and she no longer remembered who I was, every time we met was like the first time. Dean would pick her up and bring her to our house and every time she’d walk in and introduce herself to me “Hi, I’m Helen. I’m Dean’s mamma” and always give me a hug and tell me how beautiful my home was.



There was one time we were out to dinner—her birthday, I think. I sat across from her and she was giving me strange looks. After a few minutes of this, she nudged Connie and pointed at me and said to Connie---“Who’s that? That’s not his wife……she’s got a few miles on her”. Connie calmly said, “That’s Jo, Ma, You know Jo.” It took her a few seconds to think about it but suddenly she waved at me all smiles, and said “Yoo-Hoo----I’m Helen. I’m Dean’s mamma”.



I was “yoo-hoo” for quite a while after that…until the time came when she no longer recognized me. Usually when we went to her house, we’d pick up some groceries, always something for her notorious sweet tooth. And each time I walked in was like the first time. And her reaction to this stranger in her home was always the same. A hug, a kiss and an introduction –along with the notice that I’d better be good to her Deanie Weenie. She always told me she loved me, even tho she had no idea who I was. Helen loved everyone. And usually by the time we were leaving she’d be standing with the refrigerator door open going through its contents and asking me item by item if I needed any…usually ending with offering me the coffee cake we had just brought for her.



Although this disease ravaged her mind, it never changed the essence of who Helen was... a kind, loving

woman with not a single mean bone in her frail body.



I have so many good memories of this sweet lady. She is without a doubt the kindest, most loving woman I’ve ever met.



It’s so hard to say goodbye to a woman like this. But I know she is in a better place. She is with her sisters, and brothers, and all those she loved who have gone before her. And those of us left behind who loved her can take comfort in that.

I will never forget her. I will always miss her smile and her hugs and especially the love she so freely gave this stranger.





jo

Offering our deepest condolences during this difficult time.