My grandfather died on Saturday. He was 87. The last few months I had been feeling an urgent need to go Armenia. And I finally decided that I was going to go in September. Sadly, I didn’t get a chance to see him alive. He died in his sleep. Now he can chase after my grandmother in heaven.

May he rest in peace.

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