I've been in mourning for a very long time. After I mourned the loss of my unborn child, I was naïve enough to think I wouldn't have to mourn for another few decades. Boy, was I wrong.
The last time I saw him, it seemed more like my usual premonitions, than something that was actually, physically, happening.
It was Easter, we (many people) had gone off to their separate locations to celebrate with family. I was excited to go to Myrtea (a village where my mother grew up). I hadn't been there in years; I was travelling on my own.
I innocently - lost in my own thoughts - went to the booth to buy my ticket for the bus that would go to Sparta. I paid the teller, put the money in my pocket, and turned around to go to the waiting area.
Out of the corner of my right eye, someone was heading toward me; I thought it was just some random person. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned around, abruptly, to see Alexander. He greeted me with an open hand. I greeted him, like my ancestors did, forearm with forearm. I was very happy to see him. We exchanged pleasantries; discussed what we expected to do on easter, et cetera.
We then went our separate ways. As we left, he said, "hopefully I'll see you, if you are around during the summer."
I remember this encounter with vivid detail (I have eidetic memory). But it seems as though it only happened in my mind. I don't know.

    It was the day of my greatest achievment as an actor portraying a character in Greek. It was Shakespeare. "Troilus and Cressida", and "The Two Noble Kinsmen". It was a proud moment. He and I were working with such rhythm on this work, that it didn't even seem like we had worked on it for weeks. Whenever he showed me a directional suggestion for a particular moment in the un-conventional tragedy, I felt so much excitement and energy from him. Then he would sit back down and tell me to repeat that scene. At some point we took a slightly comedic route with several scenes just to see more angles to the characters (something which he never has done with a serious work. It was surprising, to say the least.)
Vasilis Ritsos was probably the only one of two teachers around which I have never felt nervous. My most enjoyable moments with him, were during comedies that we practiced. Being a seasoned actor in Canada, I had no problem upping the ante with him. Others were always nervous around him when he went all-out on a comedic scene. Fellow students, here in Greece, always gave surprising laughs because I was the so comfortable acting with him, and that I wasn't nervous to play along with his wacky, playfull, behavior.
The last time I saw him, was when I went to give blood; on the day that he died. I was going to go inside, and see him, but my dear friend was with him and she was holding his his hand. Vasilis was asleep. Either that, or he was unconscious from the discomfort he had.
I decided to come later that night. I was getting ready to put on pants, trying to hurry up to catch the bus, when I got a call. One of my male friends called me on his girlfriends cellular telephone,

                Him: "Ritsos went..." (literal translation for the euphemism, 'passed away')
                Me:   "went? ...went where?"
                Him:  "He's dead..."
                Me:   "What...?! no, no -- when...?!"
                Him:  "Fifteen Minutes ago..."
                Me:   ".....no, no, that can't be, I was ---"
                Him:  "---yes, he's gone."

I didn't know what to think. My mind went blank; I dropped the telephone. When my telephone hit the floor, I momentarily became lucid. I mumbled something to my friend, and closed the line.
Before I realized what time it was, I was stuck in this blank state. It was too late to get transportation to go to the hospital. I would never see his pleasant face again.
Thankfully I have a few cell' 'phone moments, of rehearsal scenes, that I can look at whenever I want to see his smiling face.

My friends, I will see you when it is also my time.

Johnny Marvél
Ιωαννης-Ποθητος Μανωλεσσος