Life Thirty-Two Years Later – December 13, 2016


casino-fawar-6It was the early morning of Thursday, December 13, 1984, before I was up to get ready to go to school the phone rang. It would always ring at weird hours of the day due to the time difference between Lebanon and California. But this ring was different and it made me jump out of bed and say, “Dad” and tears started to flow down my cheeks.

My sister was on the phone in her bedroom and a few minutes later I heard her crying. I went to see her and my feelings were right – our father had passed on into eternity in Beirut, Lebanon. She was told that he had an evening full of laughter and joy with his grandchildren and neighbours and after they all left, he said to my mom, “Nevo, I am not feeling well, take me to the hospital” (My mom’s name was Nevart, little rose, but he called her Nevo, for short). I am not sure about the details, but I remember my mom telling me that while they were in the back seat of the car, being driven to the hospital, he took his wedding ring off his finger and said, “I am not coming back home. Take this.” and he died in my mom’s arms.

That news made me feel like there was nothing left for me to live for anymore, because I had dreams of becoming a photo-journalist and going back to Lebanon to work and take care of my parents – eternally. Now what? I started blaming God for not supporting my plans and making my whole world crumble… As if we are ought to live forever in this physical form… Yes, that was the capacity of understanding life for a seventeen-year-old.

That day my friends embraced me at school. Mesrobian High School’s Class of ’86 became my rock. My closest friends held me tight – we stayed out of class with special permission and just talked, cried and I was not alone.

Today, thirty-two years later, I would not change anything from my life’s journey… Almost two years later, August 1986, I moved to Canada and here I am, looking back and saying, “Thank You God for journeying with me. Life is life and death is part of life, but I am grateful for the journey this far, I would not change a thing. Moreover, I am grateful, for the fact that my father has not really left me, he lives in me and through me”.

On October 21, 2016, at the Armenian Church in Markham, Ontario – someone who knew me from childhood was part of the presentation of my very first book of Poetry, Prayers and Photography. She came to me after the event and said, “You Know Takoush, when I opened up your book, I saw your father on the left side pages of your book and your mother on the right. Your father was the photographer and your full-page photographs reminded me of his talent; and your poetry and prayers reminded me of the penmanship that your mother had. They are living through you – this is what is a Blessed Memory”.

Friends, I did not realize this fact when my husband, Gary and I were working on my book – either we plan it or not, our ancestors live through us. Pay attention to the things you say and do, because you will see that Love Never Dies.

On December 13, 1984, when my father passed away; and on August 22, 1994, when my mother passed away, the earth under my feet felt crumbled and found no firmness to walk on. The wreckage felt bigger than I can handle – however, friends, family, and other strangers who cared enough, helped me step on the fragments be obstacle, but become stepping stones to see a new horizon…

Beloved, if you have just lost a loved one, take heart – you will make it through – Time will heal – Memories will make you smile once again and you will experience LOVE once again that you have never experienced before – it is possible because Love says, “I’m Possible” when we think the road ahead is impossible.


12 thoughts on “Life Thirty-Two Years Later – December 13, 2016”

  1. This is so touching. Even though it has been 8 months since my mother passed, im still finding myself confused, hurt, etc. Yes i have great memories. Thankfully I have a great family and very supportive friends as well. She is with my dad now and i know she watches us. I loved her dearly. Your story was very, very touching.

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    • Dear Vickie,
      It took me 32 years to write these words without a tear… 8 months for you? You have lots of time to heal… Hugs. Rev. Takouhi

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    • Thank You Barbara!
      God Knows our Needs and provides them from an abundant Love…
      At the Right time, they become apparent.
      Blessings of Peace!

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  2. Beautifully written. I remember that day with the news of your father’s passing … the friendship and love we shared on that day, 32 years ago, will always remain…you have been my rock throughout the years. God bless their souls & may their love continue to shine through you my dear friend! ❤️️❤️️❤️️

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  3. Thank you Takouhi for your support of my family and me after our loss of my wonderful Rebecca on the 8th. Sorry we didn’t make it to the Cove yesterday. Your call to us was greatly appreciated but we were not really strong enough yet to venture forth. We pick up the grandchildren from England today at the airport. That will be joyous but very hard without their Grandmother who always said all her grandchildren were perfect and she gave them unconditional love and support. I will try to continue as she would have liked with her help from above. ❤️ Grant and Rebecca

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    • Dearest Grant and the entire family,
      It was my honor to be part of Rebecca’s Celebration of Life, because she was a very special person to us.
      As hard as it is to say goodbye to our loved ones, i know that time will heal, just keep on going on with friends and family surrounding you.
      You are ALL loved, more than you know.
      Hugs and Blessings of Peace.

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