Chicago Tribune from Chicago, Illinois • 19

Chicago Tribune, Tuesday, April 22, 1980 Section 2 3 S3 Metropolitan A 'survivor' who celebrated life, he has left our midst Spiro lying by the curb, 132 feet from where the police figure his little motorbike was hit. The youth, who later returned to the scene of the accident, had a "strong" smell of alcohol on his breath, according to the police report and "was staggering and falling and needed support" walking. Marijuana later was found in the glove compartment of his car. The driver was asked to take a breath test and he refused. His parents later bailed him out on bond.

Spiro had a strong body, and for 11 days he tried to make it. His wife, meanwhile, "got down on my knees and prayed to God to let him come back to me and let us finally live like we wanted to live he'd worked so hard for 14 years that I wanted him to get the chance to have a rest and enjoy our life. It just didn't seem fair that it would all go away so fast I felt as if half of me was being ripped away." ON THE day after the accident, and two days after Spiro turned 4tf years old, Mrs. Olivier went for a ride past the accident scene. She found one of Spiro's shoes lying in the grass, and the ski band he wore to cover his ears.

A glove was lying near the sidewalk, and broken glass glittered all around like diamonds. Mrs. Olivier went back to the hospital, and that day he died. "He was so full of tubes and machines that I kissed his shoulders and those hard-working hands. Then they dragged me out of his room saying I had to go.

I waited until everyone was gone and I snuck back in and held him one last time. I kissed his swollen eyes and than I said goodbye." living room floor. The minutes ticked away. By five minutes to midnight, she was frantic. The phone rang.

It was a police officer. He said there nad been an accident. "I said, 'How says his wife. "HE SAID VERY BAD. I said, 'Is he And he said again that it was very bad.

They sent a car to come take me to the hospital, I was so distraught. I walked into the hospital and three or four people surrounded me as if they were a protective bunting, trying to tell me that what lay in the emergency room was not a pleasant sight. I said, 'I don't care. Let me see him. My Spiro comes And so I.

walked to the door. He'd been hit by a car, by a kid who'd been drinking, who left the scene. And you should have seen him. He was so battered and foiinged up. I thought to myself, they filmed the war in Viet Nam and showed the agony and it ended the war.

They should film this, too perhaps if these kids saw what I'm seeing they'd see the agony and never drink and drive again. "I looked at him and he didn't seem to have a face his eyes were swollen closed and all purple. I heard him say, 'honey, honey, honey and I said, 'I'm here Spiro. Fight, fight and come back SPIRO NEVER CAME back to Mrs. Olivier.

As much as he loved life, as tough a fighter as ne'd become, as strong a worker as he'd grown to be, he just couldn't make it. Spiro was hit by a 22-year-old Glen-view youth. A Wilmette policeman found as a 3 to 11 p.m. cook at Denny's in Prospect Heights. Spiro rode a motorbike to save money.

He had plans for that money and a dream someday. Spiro always was punctual on that motorbike. People could set their clocks by him. He always left work at 11 p.m. and he was home without fail by 11:35.

On March 14, it was a clear, calm, temperate night for so early in the year. Spiro left work on time, pulling away from the restaurant shortly afer 11 p.m. He wore a red kerchief around his neck and a yellow slicker folded into a square, which he put on his back so the traffic could see him in the dark. At 11:35 p.m., when he had not shown up, his wife began to look for him. He was never late.

She began to pace the Continued from page 1, Sec. 2 one day pursue our dream. It has been 50 hard for us, but we never wanted to be dependent on anyone." Spiro had no real formal education and could barely read or write, so he and his' wife often joked that she was the "brains and he was the brawn." i "He was the courage and the strength," says his wife. "We were so entirely dependent upon each other our lives had intertwined so that we could never imagine life without each other." SPIRO WANTED TO open his own restaurant one day. To do so, he worked as a custodian from 6 to 11 a.m.

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