I remember you

I remember you. Mom remembers you even more often. When we pass by places we were together. When we meet with your wife and deink for you. When we simply see you in our dreams. We remember you. We smile when we do. We cry when we do.
I remember once you took mom to visit me when I was in a camp in Tsaghkadzor. Everyone thought you were my dad. Because, in a way, you were. You werethe one to take me to Sevan for the first time. You were the one to be next to my mom when she lost her relatives. You were the one to ve my mom's best friend, boss, brother for almost three decades. You were special. To all of us. And I am so sorry it takes death to acknowledge this, but noone will ever look at me the way you did - That's Armenakovna's girl look is stamped on my forehead.
You were generous towards me, both psychologically and financially, and maybe because I never expected or asked or accepted most of your givings, you admired me so much. You used to boast everywhere I was special. You made me feel special.
I will always remember my birthday in your summer house. What a party it was! What fun we had!
I lost my second father when I lost you. You were like a second dad to me. We live without you. But we remember you. I remember you. I feel you. Thank you for being next to my family for the way you were thgough all and always.
Happy Birthday! I will always remember you! I will make sure my children know about your beautiful presence in our lives.