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May 27, 2007
You would have liked it
Well, I didn't expected your leaving to hurt so much. But it did and still does. We had a diner for you, for your mom, sisters, family and friends. You would have liked it. There were close to seventy five people, I guess you had touched more people on your short stay than I expected. Marjan took care of all the arrangements, I wrote you a farewell letter in Farsi, and had Ali Dolatshahi write it down in NASTALIGH letters. He drew beautiful columns on its sides. I framed the original one for your mom, and made copies for every one else. yes, you would have liked it.
I asked my friends at the seminary in Cheshire to come and sing hymns for you, and one of the fathers sang Ave Maria. It was beautiful and serene, it was different. eh, it seems we went through the steps, the stages one by one, as we were expected, as I was expected, to do what was proper, a good by party you might say, although Afshin Godarzi insisted in his talk at the podium, " keep him alive amongst yourselves and your daily living, keep him present", I liked that sentiment so much, I had experienced it since you went away, getting up in the morning with you present in my mind, or going to sleep thinking about you. Talking to you while driving, walking, working. Yes I liked that sentiment so much, I thanked him for it. You would have liked his talk, or the way he played his Seh Tar for you. Ali Dolatshahi, had written a poem for you, it was soothing, and in so many ways, so optimistic.
Your cousin read from a letter and old friend of yours had written and emailed. About you deciding to make Khoreshteh Gheimeh at two in the morning, and how you went to find Lappeh for you stew. Your uncle also talked, and your mother cried while your pictures came on the screen one after another with so many faces of you, mostly comical, all smiling , the way we all remember you.
The dinner and deserts were served, and the night sped away, as life goes, in its merciless order. Many people were gracious, thanking me, like I had any choice, like I did it for you, not understanding how much I did this for me,
and maybe for the way we were, you and me.
So we go on, with you amongst us I am sure, this business of living that goes on, the way it should be. there is still the pictuer slides of you in the back of our mind, and the pictures pop up one after another, as i and many of your friends, your mother and sister watch. Happy trails my friend, where ever you are.
Posted by Idinraha at May 27, 2007 12:20 PM