Lori Eaton
Voula was the kind of person you don’t just meet—you feel her, and you carry her with you long after the moment has passed. There was something so deeply comforting about her presence, something steady and full of love that made the world feel a little better.
And then there was her “popopo”—that beautiful, unmistakable expression of her spirit. It wasn’t just a sound, it was her joy, her humor, her light. It lives in my memory now as a reminder of how she could make us laugh, how she could lift even the heaviest days without even realizing it.
She raised an incredible daughter, my best friend, and in her I see Voula’s strength, her kindness, and her heart. That kind of love doesn’t fade—it continues, it grows, it lives on the people she shaped and the lives she touched.
I feel so grateful to have known her, to have been welcomed by her, and to have experienced even a small part of the love she gave so freely. She meant more to me than words can fully convey.
I will miss her deeply. And every time I hear or think of “popopo,” it will bring both tears and a smile—because it will always be her, still echoing in our hearts. Voula, give Harry a big hug from me! Love, Lori
