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My grandmother Hekwih passed away yesterday, August 22, 2012 in Damascus, Syria. Teta, as I know her was a very gentle woman. She was the best. She did not speak Arabic the way I spoke it because she was born in Turkey in an Armenian family, Buldokian. At age 12 or so she forced to immigrate to Syria after the massacre that the Turks did to the Christian Armenians. They killed her dad and her mom. She came with her oldest brother, Khalo as we used to call him...not his real name, and other cousins. They settled in Damascus, Syria. She got married at very young age to my grandfather Salim (Jedo), the only man she knew in her life. They stayed together until his death in 1972. She never married again and she took over his pastry business and run it for awhile. Teta was not school-educated, but she spoke Armenian, Turkish, French, and Arabic. She had an "Armenian" accent in Arabic when she spoke. Teta was a strong woman, but gentle to us kids. She loved us all very much. She belonged to the Holy Armenian Orthodox Church, a Christian sect belongs back to the first century AD. My grandmother was religious and believed in Jesus and God naturally. To her that was a given. She never thought about it twice as that to her was as fresh water a pure sunshine. Teta lived a long life as the good Lord blessed her to live until the age of 99. My mom tells me perhaps she was older because in her days they did not keep a good record for immigrants coming to Syria. I love you Teta. I will always remember the good days you gave me. I hope I see you in heaven when I die. I am looking forward to it now. I pray the good Lord will reward you with the same gentleness you gave me and you gave others. I will miss hearing your voice. Love you.
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