Արամ Ասատրյանի մահվանից 12 տարի անց. միայն տեսնեք ինչ տեսանյութ է հայտնվել համացանցում, առանց արցունք անհնար է դիտել
Those were our best times; she really was the most precious person to me. Every moment of that time with her is my most treasured moment. She adored me; her sixteen years were all about me.
Years passed, life went on,
A lot of water had flown under the bridge, things had settled, we had got busy in day to day life. The kids had grown up to be young lads, we had evolved, our relationship matured. We never drifted apart, and love we did. Even the people who knew about us had started to accept us. Things were brightening up; ever more we loved as man and wife, because we meant it. We had our own space, we kept our space, and we loved, hugged, and laughed together. We continued to argue “who loves more.”
There must be a reason for everything that happens,
Things were as normal as it could be, we were at ease and more cheerful now, she practiced her law, beautiful as she was, looked even prettier in the black coat she wore to court, and honestly I have always missed a heartbeat every time I have seen her. Meanwhile sometime down the line of time the doctors had diagnosed her for a heart ailment, “nothing so serious” she said, “just need to be a little careful”, since then on and off she was a ill, but always got back in good spirits, we spoke almost every day, even on the days she was ill, and we would meet the moment she was well, never made me get a hint of the seriousness of her health, the sickness she was going through, she loved me so much that she was more worried as to how I was, what I did in her absences, she was always worried for me and my well being.