Chris Tzianabos reportedly died unexpectedly on October 30, 2022, according to an online publication by a loved one.
When we were all young, there was a group of five couples who fondly referred to themselves as “The Big Ten.” We were all part of that group.
My grandparents, my aunt and uncle, Steve and Lorraine Tzianabos, my uncle Chris and aunt Helen, Joe and Pauline Poulos, and Maria and Stanley Saitas were the closest of friends. Their friendship endured through the years no matter what they were doing together: going out to dinner, attending events, going on vacation to beaches and lakes, and celebrating holidays and special occasions. But their relationship went beyond that of friends.
They eventually became a family. There are only two left, and they are my Aunt Helen and Pauline.
Their offspring, the following generation, might be referred to as “The Big Eight,” if I had to guess. Our group consisted of my sister and me, along with Arthur, Chris, and Maria; Serena and Cosmos; and Greg.
We are all friends, just like our parents, and despite the fact that our families and careers have moved us further apart than the North End of Manchester, we continue to keep in touch with each other. Additionally, we are a family.
On Friday night, the Big Eight suffered our very first defeat. On October 28, 2022, Christopher Tzianabos, also known as “Chugga” to me throughout my life, passed away. I will never forget him. My entire being hurts.
When we were all kids, I was always the oldest of the bunch. After finishing college, they got married. However, that was irrelevant. When I was in high school, I remember watching Chugga compete in various sports. I can still remember him using my living room as a rehabilitation center for his knee.
When two pounds of grapes mysteriously vanished from the refrigerator (Chugga ate them! ), I remember that Lorraine put all of us under investigation and put us on the hot seat for questioning. We may not see each other as often as our parents did, but one thing is certain: when any one of us needs something, everyone steps up to help out.
If we fast forward through our lives to marriages and divorces, births and deaths, weddings and other holiday gatherings, we may not see each other as often as they did.
Although others may have been familiar with his gruff demeanor, I was aware of his generous nature.
Over the course of the past few years, I have been able to depend on Chugga to send me a message on my birthday, a phone call on a holiday, and a text, email, message, or phone call every month or two just to check-in.
Chugga does this consistently. Always inquiring about Auntie Helen and their young relatives. This past summer, we intended to get together at the beach house, but we never actually did so.
Chugga, may you finally find some rest.
I pray that you will be able to spend some time in heaven playing golf with my dad and Joe. I am going to miss you in an immeasurable way.
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