I'm going to take a few moments to get away from my silly New Year's resolutions. Sadly, today I said goodbye to one of the sweetest men I've ever known - Vahik Khachatourian. Now, I know you must wonder how I could even know someone named Vahik Khachatourian and the answer to that is that I work with his wife, Artemis. I met Artie about 8 or 9 years ago when I went to work on the Canadian Cargo project. When I moved to Coppell to my own apartment, Artie was so excited because she lived in Coppell, too. She and Vic (as I knew him) took me under their wing. They had me over on several occasions for dinner and / or drinks. In those days, Vic worked in the restaurant business and there were several times that I and Artie would visit him while he was at work and have dinner at the restaurant where he was working.
The restaurant business is really tough. They are bought and sold a lot and it's really hard work. Vic would eventually give that up. Even though he loved it dearly, he followed a relative into the car business. In fact, I bought Daisy from Vic on Memorial Day weekend in 2006. It was just a couple of months later that Vic found out he had colon cancer.
Vic fought a hard battle against the disease. He never gave up. When a doctor told him that there was nothing else they could do for him, he would find another doctor. For over 2 years, he battled but in the end, on December 31st, the cancer won.
Vic and Artie are Armenian. I'd never even heard of Armenia before I met them. I thought (until about 15 seconds ago) that Armenia was part of Iran, but Wikipedia indicates that it is actually part of the former Soviet Union that borders Iran. I know that Vic and Artie moved from Armenia to Tehran, so perhaps my confusion began there. Regardless, it has been more than 25 years ago since they immigrated to the U.S. with their daughter, Nina. They lived in Iowa and California before they settled in DFW. I don't remember how they met, but I truly believe that they are one of the happiest couples I've ever known. They absolutely adored each other and it was obvious to anyone who spent any time with them.
On December 18th, Vic and Artie became grandparents for the first time, but Vic never got to meet his granddaughter. He was already in the hospital by the time she was born. I think it is so sad that baby Nyrie will not know her grandfather. But I know that Nina and Artie will make sure that she knows how special her grandfather was and how much he loved her without even the chance to meet her in person.
There will always be a special place in my heart for Vic (and Artie, too). I will remember the wonderful Aremenian dishes he prepared and shared with me. I will remember the glasses of wine and the fun of sitting around and listening to their stories of immigration and their jokes. As mentioned in the eulogy today, it's hard to find words to express how special Vic was (and Artie still is) or even exactly what makes them so. I think you have to have been priveleged enough to be in their lives to truly understand and I will be forever grateful that I was.
Vahik brought light and love to a world in short supply of both. Laughter came as easily and naturally as breath to him. On his lips a joke was always ready (more often than not, a dirty one), and in his eyes an unwavering delight in life and the people who filled it. Vahik knew what the world was made of, and he still loved all of it.C'tesowt'iown Vahik - Goodbye Vic. You will be missed.