Saturday, November 20, 2004
GRANDMOTHER
My grandmother passed away a couple of weeks ago. She was crossing the street after buying some eggs when a car hit her. The driver was a 77-year-old man who told the police that he didn’t see her. The impact tossed her body 30 to 35 fit from the point of impact. She was severally injured, suffering from broken bones, fractures and abrasions. That was on November 4th. She passed away the next day at 12:55 PM. We didn’t even get to know about it until Friday late at night. She was 85 but still had a few years left in her. The following few days were very hard on my family and me. Lots of emotions and confusion. I can’t even talk too much about it. Her funeral was yesterday and we were joined by close family and friends. My brother and I gave a small speech. Here’s mine which I wrote as a letter:
Dear Mamik,
Now that you’ve left us, I’m left but with only questions. For example, I want to know why you had to go back to the grocery store for more eggs? I know you loved eggs – breakfast, lunch and dinner. But you had so many in your refrigerator. Why did you cross the street at night during rush hour traffic?
You may think that we didn’t think about you. Well, you’re wrong. I did. I’m sure you heard me asking mom about you on Friday just hours before we knew that you had left us. I know that you thought about us. I saw all of our pictures hanging on your living room walls.
I so wish that I had the chance to hold your hand while you were in the hospital. Some people say that the way you left was the best way to go – without any suffering. I hope you didn’t suffer. But I’m not sure if I agree with those people. You left so suddenly and without a warning. Did you see the car coming at you? What horror you must have felt in that last second if you did see the car coming at you. That’s no way for anyone to go.
Maybe you are better off now. Maybe you’re up there reunited with grandpa and uncle Armen. Knowing you, you’re probably raising hell in heaven! Who knows! Why did you have to go back for those eggs?
I kept all your cigarettes. I even smoked one in your honor.
No more eggs for you. God bless your soul. Rest in peace grandma.
Love,
Armen
I love my country too much to be a nationalist. -Albert Camus, writer, philosopher, Nobel laureate (1913-1960)
My grandmother passed away a couple of weeks ago. She was crossing the street after buying some eggs when a car hit her. The driver was a 77-year-old man who told the police that he didn’t see her. The impact tossed her body 30 to 35 fit from the point of impact. She was severally injured, suffering from broken bones, fractures and abrasions. That was on November 4th. She passed away the next day at 12:55 PM. We didn’t even get to know about it until Friday late at night. She was 85 but still had a few years left in her. The following few days were very hard on my family and me. Lots of emotions and confusion. I can’t even talk too much about it. Her funeral was yesterday and we were joined by close family and friends. My brother and I gave a small speech. Here’s mine which I wrote as a letter:
Dear Mamik,
Now that you’ve left us, I’m left but with only questions. For example, I want to know why you had to go back to the grocery store for more eggs? I know you loved eggs – breakfast, lunch and dinner. But you had so many in your refrigerator. Why did you cross the street at night during rush hour traffic?
You may think that we didn’t think about you. Well, you’re wrong. I did. I’m sure you heard me asking mom about you on Friday just hours before we knew that you had left us. I know that you thought about us. I saw all of our pictures hanging on your living room walls.
I so wish that I had the chance to hold your hand while you were in the hospital. Some people say that the way you left was the best way to go – without any suffering. I hope you didn’t suffer. But I’m not sure if I agree with those people. You left so suddenly and without a warning. Did you see the car coming at you? What horror you must have felt in that last second if you did see the car coming at you. That’s no way for anyone to go.
Maybe you are better off now. Maybe you’re up there reunited with grandpa and uncle Armen. Knowing you, you’re probably raising hell in heaven! Who knows! Why did you have to go back for those eggs?
I kept all your cigarettes. I even smoked one in your honor.
No more eggs for you. God bless your soul. Rest in peace grandma.
Love,
Armen
I love my country too much to be a nationalist. -Albert Camus, writer, philosopher, Nobel laureate (1913-1960)
Thursday, November 04, 2004
What’s going on?
I’m strung out at home (yet again) because of a bad cold. Aylin is finally recovering from hers and now it’s my turn.
I bought myself the 40-gig iPOD a few weeks ago and I’m hopelessly addicted to it. The 40-gig iPOD can store up to 10,000 songs and I’ve barely scratched the surface with what I have – just shy of a thousand. The feature that I like most is shuffling the songs. With the shuffle feature, you get a your favorite songs in no particular order.
The elections are now finally over. I’m glad we didn’t have the ugliness of the recount as we did in the previous election. Regardless of your political affiliation, I think everyone aggress that Election Day was a real nail biter.
A lot going on at work for both Aylin and myself. I am worn out, as are my colleagues! I can’t talk much about what’s going on on my end for confidentiality reasons, but Aylin may be promoted. She’s working hard and doing well in school, so we’re both tickled about that!
We don’t have any gigs lined up. We’re just a bunch of lazy bums (that includes your humble narrator). At the same time, there aren’t too many cool places around to play. They are either too far or have a regular band covering the weekend slots. I am sure, however, that we’ll get our act together at some point and play soon. My fingers are itching!
I know what I have given you. I do not know what you have received. -Antonio Porchia, writer (1886-1968)
I’m strung out at home (yet again) because of a bad cold. Aylin is finally recovering from hers and now it’s my turn.
I bought myself the 40-gig iPOD a few weeks ago and I’m hopelessly addicted to it. The 40-gig iPOD can store up to 10,000 songs and I’ve barely scratched the surface with what I have – just shy of a thousand. The feature that I like most is shuffling the songs. With the shuffle feature, you get a your favorite songs in no particular order.
The elections are now finally over. I’m glad we didn’t have the ugliness of the recount as we did in the previous election. Regardless of your political affiliation, I think everyone aggress that Election Day was a real nail biter.
A lot going on at work for both Aylin and myself. I am worn out, as are my colleagues! I can’t talk much about what’s going on on my end for confidentiality reasons, but Aylin may be promoted. She’s working hard and doing well in school, so we’re both tickled about that!
We don’t have any gigs lined up. We’re just a bunch of lazy bums (that includes your humble narrator). At the same time, there aren’t too many cool places around to play. They are either too far or have a regular band covering the weekend slots. I am sure, however, that we’ll get our act together at some point and play soon. My fingers are itching!
I know what I have given you. I do not know what you have received. -Antonio Porchia, writer (1886-1968)
