
This is my dad here to the left. This was taken last year at one of my farm work parties. My parents fly up to Portland a few times a year from L.A. for very "important" reasons, like: to work on my old beat up pick up truck, to bring me 20 pounds of fresh baklava, or to fix a leaky faucet in my apartment. I come from a large Greek family, I happen to be the youngest of 7 kids, so you better believe that i still get treated like the baby. I don't think more than a couple days have gone by where i haven't talked to my dad since i left home 11 years ago (i know!! crazy!). I am the definition of daddy's little girl. Just to tell you a little about this guy, the best man i know, he is 64 years old, an easy going southern boy with a kind soul. He has spent his whole life sacrificing himself for other peoples happiness. its funny, i always say there is a reason why your last name is Givens, you give too damn much. Unfortunatley, on May 19th 2011, almost a month ago, my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer that has metastasized into his liver. They told him he has 6 months or less, it is now becoming clear that it is much less than that. The journey begins...