SPECIAL EDITION POST: Today commemorates the 100th anniversary of the Armenian genocides that took place under the Ottoman Turks at the turn of the last century. My father-in-law is Armenian, and my wife, children, and relatives are all of Armenian descent. In our home, today is a day we remember someone who deeply impacted all of our lives – a woman who was one of the last living survivors of this great tragedy, and a hero to us all.
My wife’s Grandmother, Siranouche Husnian, was a survivor of the Armenian Death Marches. She died at the age of 95, and was a great friend and mentor to me. At her graveside funeral, I recounted her sitting with me and teaching me powerful lessons about family, life, and hope.
Once, when her eyes were failing, she held my face close in her hands, and nose-to-nose told me how much she loved me. Etched in my memory, like her tender voice and her soft accent, is what she taught me about forgiveness.
Here, in brief, is her story.