Raffi   Hagopian,   that   wonderful   human   being   with   a   heart   as large as the world, is no longer with us.             He   left   us   last   night,   without   any   warning,   without   any   last farewells.     Like a candle that goes out in the wind.     Like a leaf blown away by a gust. Or a song that is unfinished here.             But   they   will   listen   to   the   rest   of   your   song,   Raffi,   in   the   other world.             All   his   life,   he   has   been   known   as   gentle,   affectionate   and guileless.   Music   was   his   life   -   and   he   never   stopped   dreaming about creating some lasting masterpiece on his beloved guitar.             His   heart   is   filled   with   love   for   all,   and   he   has   never   learned   to hate.             Raffi   was   born   on   June   7,   1963,   in   the   Old   city   of   Jerusalem,   to Hagop Hagopian and his lovely wife, Hoppig.     He was only a toddler when his parents moved to Kuwait.             I   watched   him   crawl   and   grope   his   way   into   childhood,   his inquisitive mind ever alert to his surroundings.             His   questions   never   ceased.   He   wanted   to   know   everything about everything.             Raffi   particularly   enjoyed   the   beach,   playing   with   the   sand joyfully,   building   endless   ephemereal   castles   only   to   see   them washed away with the tide.     Like life.             He   was   the   first   child   to   be   born   into   the   modern   Hagopian clan   and   became   the   center   of   our   world.   But   despite   all   the   love and attention showered upon him, he never grew spoiled.             He   was   a   beautiful   gift   to   two   beautiful   people   -   but   it   was   a gift   to   be   shared   by   all   those   around   them.   For   the   love   that illuminated the soul of this gentle creature, spread far and wide.             His   love   for   music   dominated   his   life   -   it   was   Raffi   who introduced me to Demis Russos.     "Forever and ever. . .," Raffi.             How   can   one   express   the   anguish   and   sorrow   his   untimely passing has caused?     He was to be married in January...             The   HOW   has   been   determined   (a   heart   attack)   but   never   the WHY.                 At    times    like    this,    the    thought    always    returns    to    the unanswered question: "why, ya allah?"     Why did he have to go away so soon? Why him?     And the answer is always, "Your 'ya allah' is my 'I am here.'"             He   is   always   here,   in   and   with   us   all,   though   we   cannot understand   Him   or   His   ways.   But   we   know   that   His   love   and compassion for us is unconditional.             And   we   know   that   in   His   boundless   mercy,   He   has   secured   a place in paradise for our Raffi.     Rest in peace, beloved and cherished one.   
Armenian Jerusalem
Garden of Gethsemane
This project has been supported by the Gulbenkian philanthropic Foundation, the Armenian Patriarchate of Jerusalem, and members of the worldwide Armenian community. Reproductions of the genealogical documents [domar’s] are courtesy Photo Garo, Jerusalem. Copyright © 2007 Arthur Hagopian
This project has been supported by the Gulbenkian philanthropic Foundation, the Armenian Patriarchate of Jerusalem, and members of the worldwide Armenian community. Reproductions of the genealogical documents [domar’s] are courtesy Photo Garo, Jerusalem. Copyright © 2007 Arthur Hagopian
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