This is for those of my friends who remember the stories I have written about the accountant friend of mine Robert Reich. six weeks ago sylvia was taken to hospital. cancer had eaten her flesh away and when i saw her she had been reduced to just bones covered by her wrinkly skin. even her lovely blue eyes that were so vibrant only a few weeks earlier looked lifeless. She passed away a few days later. Robert was devastated. he only took two days off and was back to work trying to keep busy and I guess to escape the pain and the loneliness of sylvia's departure. I attended her funeral service at a local synagogue and an elaborate luncheon that followed at a restaurant. we all missed sylvia.
last week a man who looked remarkably like Robert came to my store and told me that he was Robert's brother. He then told me that in the morning the day before when crossing the street to get to his car, Robert was struck by a speeding car and was killed instantly. when i heard the news my knees gave way and nearly fell back to the floor. i could not believe that my dear friend robert had so hastily departed to join his wife of more than fifty years. Robert was one of the finest men i have ever met. he was a wise and loving man.
a few days ago i went to the funeral service held for robert. it was a beautiful service and many old and new friends were present. everyone was sad and looking pensive except one person who could not stand still and fidgeted constantly. He had a mischievous grin and he could not hide the twinkles in his eyes. he was none other than the adopted child who had hit and beaten his parents and demanded more money to spend on alcohol and drugs. he was now a very rich man. he looked high with the very thought of all the drugs he could now afford to get. i was disgusted to see him so happy inside that his joy glowed through the cracks of his sham sadness that he so unsuccessfully tried to display. oh man, life sucks.
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shazde asdola mirza jan
by bajenaghe naghi on Sat Feb 21, 2009 09:34 AM PSTThank you my dear friend.
BN jaan
by Shazde Asdola Mirza on Fri Feb 20, 2009 07:52 PM PSTندانم که ناخوش کدامست یا خوش
خوش آنست که بر ما خدا میپسندد
dear friends
by bajenaghe naghi on Fri Feb 20, 2009 04:00 PM PSTadoptive mother jan, monda jan, javad jan, darius jan, princess jan, ebi jan, rosie jan, and kaveh jan, i thank you all very much for your kind words of sympathy, poem and video.
Bajenaghe Aziz
by Kaveh Nouraee on Fri Feb 20, 2009 11:34 AM PSTI don't think I can properly express how bad I feel for you right now, after what you have just been put through. You're right. Sometimes life really sucks.
After reading your post, for me to say I'm sorry, or offer my condolences seems terribly inadequate. I just don't have the words.
All I can do is hope that Robert and Sylvia are together again, in a better place, in peace, without the pain, and without the suffering that that goddamn cancer inflicted upon them and hope that somehow you find some comfort in that, if it's possible.
He.....
by rosie is roxy is roshan on Fri Feb 20, 2009 08:41 AM PSTHe lived a long and good life. he gave a lot to his wife and to his friends like you. you have not lost him. you have him in your heart and you give him to us.
he fulfilled his purpose.
now he is with Sylvia again.
he is happy.
Bajenaghe AZIZ !!!
by ebi amirhosseini on Fri Feb 20, 2009 04:28 AM PSTMy deepest Sympathies,
Ebi aka Haaji
Dear BN,
by Princess on Fri Feb 20, 2009 01:30 AM PSTI am sorry to hear about your losses. My thoughts are with you.
As for the "adopted son", I deeply believe in a sense of justice and balance in the universe, even at times when it is very difficult for us to see and feel that balance. I would urge you not to contaminate your heart with negative feelings, instead trust in the justice of universe and the rest will take care of itself.
My deepest sympathies!
What a Tragedy ...
by Darius Kadivar on Fri Feb 20, 2009 01:25 AM PSTbajenaghe naghi Jaan so sorry to hear this dreadful news. Life is so strange at times. All I can hope is that the two are at least in loving peace together and away from that stupid son.
My deepest Sympathies,
DK
Sympathies
by Javad Yassari on Thu Feb 19, 2009 09:40 PM PSTSorry for your loss, dear Bajenagh Naghi.
Here's a chapter of Gibran Khalil Gibran's book, The Prophet, on Friendship. Peace be with you and yours.
And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
sorry for your loss, bajenagh
by Monda on Thu Feb 19, 2009 09:21 PM PSTto the adoptive mother below: i don't think the word "adoptive" is used in a negative tone here anymore than his abusive behaviors are. i have adopted cousins who are most devoted to their parents and i have a non-adoptive cousin who is just as insensitive and careless as the one bajenagh describes.
i would have loved to be an adoptive mother after Bam earthquake but unfortunately it was impossible for us to adopt, for a list of reasons. it was heartbreaking.
So he was a misearble son because he was adopted??
by adoptive mother (not verified) on Thu Feb 19, 2009 06:42 PM PSTI was reading your story and it was so sad and I felt for you for losing your good friend so tragically, then I read THE ADOPTIVE son !!! part and I am greatly offended. This is absolutely an iranian prejudice !! so you have never heard of a biological son to be a drug addict and parent beater!! well, may be i have to send you couple of news clips.
I wish that our culture would evolve with the rest of the world and come to the 21st century.
a hurt iranian ADOPTIVE mother