Aram was my brother-in-law and I loved him very much. He married my sister Carol when I was in the sixth grade. They bought me a new dress to wear to their wedding. On their wedding day I dressed appropriately, and I was supposed to get picked up from school and brought to the wedding by our cousin “Winky.” No one ever came to get me. I cried all the way home from school mostly because I thought I would not see my sister again. Later that evening the telephone rang and it was Carol. My mother spoke briefly, and then Carol said she would come over to say bye to me. She and Aram were leaving to go back to New York. My sister came up the stairs, I met Aram briefly in the stairwell, and I wept for the rest of the night. When I turned eleven, Aram sent me a train ticket to come visit them for one week in the summer. They were living in Mount Vernon, New York, both attending school, and I think Aram was driving taxis. Aram took me to my first Broadway show, “HAIR,” and I got to see Chinatown, Little Italy, and all the homeless people that lived in the Bowery area of New York City near SoHo. A few months after Nancy was born, Aram and Carol moved downstairs at 15 Field Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts. Aram played catch with me on the weekends. I got really good at being able to catch a baseball. Every Friday Aram shopped for groceries at the A&P, Fresh Pond Circle in Cambridge, and every Saturday morning he shopped for meat and vegetables at Haymarket Square in Boston. Before they left Field Street to move to Bellis Circle, Aram taught me how to drive his stick shift car. I can’t remember the name of the car, but it was small and it was green. Aram worked and went to school. I know he had very fond memories about his Cambridge experience because many years later, he shared that he returned to Cambridge and revisited his favorite spots (“Elsie’s” Diner comes to mind). His mother, father and sister visited while he lived in Cambridge. We had a next door neighbor named Bobby Eubanks. To this day, Bobby (now called “Musa”), thanks Aram for all he did to teach him about computer technology/industry. Today, Musa is a retired professor from a University in New Orleans. When I was 17 years old, Aram paid for my mother to return to her home (Asheville, North Carolina) for the first time in thirty years. What a wonderful thing to do for someone and be able to do it unconditionally. It was a big trip that included my mother (Nanny), my sister Carol; I think there were only four children at this time, Nancy, Marc, Amy and Chris, and me. I was always in touch with my sister and her family when they relocated to California. In my early 20’s, I visited them in Mountain View, California. I remember Aram being at work quite a bit. During that visit, Aram rented us a car, and I, my sister and the children drove all around California, Carmel, Monterey, San Francisco, and Sausalito. Many years pass by before I would see Aram again. I always asked about him, about his whereabouts. It was at Nancy’s graduation in Erie, Pennsylvania when I saw him. Prior to seeing him, I contacted Aram by telephone. He always asked how each and every one of us and some old neighbors in Cambridge were doing. We would have telephone conversation at least once a year on or near his birthday. His birthday was October 2nd and mine was the 18th. Then we started communicating mostly through email. Aram was my brother-in-law and I loved him very much.