While I was helping my mom research her genealogy, we discovered that we’re directly descended from Richard Cabell, who served as the inspiration for this story. Local legend has it that Squire Cabell was so ruthlessly evil that spectral hounds rose from the moors to escort his soul to hell. The people of Buckfastleigh were so terrified of him that when they buried him, they put the coffin under a heavy stone, a solid altar tomb, and enclosed all of it behind iron bars to keep him from escaping. AND STILL apparently the hounds would appear on stormy nights and call out his spirit to go hunting on the moors.
In honor of Dad, I was going to post some pictures of his Star Wars collection (I inherited his iPad and, omg, you would not believe how organized he was in terms of his lists and photo documentation), but I suddenly remember that this video existed! Some of my brother’s college friends decided to film themselves driving from Orange, CA to Orange, FL and stopped at my family’s house for the night. One of my dad’s absolute FAVORITE things in the world was to give people tours of his collection and he could always take people poking a little fun at his expense. Jump ahead to 3:00 or so in the video.
P.S. His eBay handle was SW_Dan55 (or somesuch), totally missing the fact most people would think he meant “Single White Dan,” but that’s the source of our “Star Wars Dan” nickname.
P.P.S. One of the hardest things about his passing has been deciding what to do with his beloved collection. There are pieces I know we’ll keep because he loved them or we loved them, but we’re still working out what will happen to the rest of it.
It cracks me up every time I spot my sister chillin’ in the background of NASCAR coverage. It’s a little terrifying how much she knows about the sport now.
(It was her birthday on Saturday, by the way!)
One more Cancun picture because it makes me laugh—I labeled this one on Facebook “the difference between being half Greek and a quarter Greek,” because, good LORD my mom tans like nobody’s business. She told me once that she stayed inside the entire week leading up to her May wedding, because she was afraid of making my dad look like a lightbulb in comparison. Apparently we inherited too much English and German from his side, because my mom and I spent exactly the same amount of time out in the sun and she was this tan after, like, two days.
P.S. Totally bummed my tan will have totally faded by the time I fly back to NYC tomorrow. Not that anyone could actually see my gloriously tan legs since it’s f’ing freezing back there.
We had a really amazing time in Cancun! Lots of adventures on the beach and exploring the nearby Mayan temples. (We went to both Chichen Itza and Coba—Coba was really cool because you could actually climb the temple and you rode ass-killing bikes around to get to the different sites.) The hotel staff was adorable and put on a ton of Christmas festivities, including a nativity scene, an elaborate dinner, and Santa riding in on jet ski to give the kids presents. Really, the only way it could have been better was if Dad had been there with us.
Missing my dad a lot this week, especially now. Today would have been his 57th birthday. Like I said before, I’m trying not to dwell on how unfair it all is… but, yeah, it’s pretty unfair.
This picture is from 1990—that’s my little brother, and my older sister, Steph.
How gorgeous is this picture? I swiped it from one of my “cousins” on Facebook (I think she’s maybe my mom’s cousin? Not sure what that would make us, but in a huge Greek family, everyone becomes a “cousin” after a certain point on the family tree). The photo is from the 1940s and the little girl in front is my grandmother.
My mom sent me this adorbs picture of her and my dad on their honeymoon in Hawaii. I’m not really sure what’s up with the awkward sitting arrangement, though—my dad is something like 6’3” and looks 5’ here. Mom still has that dress, too—it’s hanging up in my closet at home!
I think my brother looks a lot like my Dad and my sister looks the most like my mom, but I’m probably somewhere in the middle…
P.S. Dad still wears his socks like that.