Reflections
“When two of them meet”
Today, I drove to a field and a grave.
And met faces old and new, familiar and unworn.
The AYF Olympics, where Njdeh’s Syunik slopes into Americana.
Youngsters sprinting in tricolor, wafting sweat and smiles.
“No one picks up their medals,” said the elder Olympian, camera locked and hooked on his shoulder. Mark, God of War, yet he couldn’t have looked more at peace.
“Of course, the youth are here for the camaraderie—that is reward enough.”
Walking through the
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What a lovely piece Lilly.
There is a forgotten cemetery in Waukegan full of Armenian graves and headstones that need to be recorded. Thanks for including my grandparents gravestone.
Heartfelt and beautiful tribute!
Lilly Torosyan, you opened a Pandora’s box. I am sure there is a unique Armenian story with each and every such gravesite, only if a family member or someone else will offer it to readers.