Closer Than I Knew

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By Natalie Garibian, Palm Beach Gardens, Florida
January, 2004

I was a college junior on my year abroad in 
Paris. It should have been wonderful. It wasn’t. 
Everything was so different: the clothes, the 
food, the language. I longed for 
something­anything­familiar. My tight-knit 
Armenian family was in Florida, thousands of miles away.

One Sunday I called to say hi. Their voices on 
the telephone were the first familiar sounds I’d 
heard in weeks. I cried after I hung up. I’d 
never felt so homesick before. If only I were close to someone here, I thought.

I took a walk across town. I’d passed the 
Armenian church in Paris many times before, but 
had never gone in. I realized that back in 
America, my family would be going to church too. 
Maybe being there now would make me feel closer to them.

I took a seat in the back pew just as the service 
started. I looked around. The priest, the 
prayers, the faces in the congregation­this 
church was a lot like my family’s church in 
Florida. For now, these people will be my family. 
Please, God, let me feel that.

I looked up and saw an old woman coming slowly up 
the aisle, leaning heavily on a cane. I asked 
her­in Armenian­if she wanted to sit. She nodded and I slid over.

The old woman bowed her head, losing herself in 
prayer. I tried to pay attention to the service, 
but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. There was 
something familiar in her face; she could have 
been my own grandmother. But I didn’t know this 
woman. She noticed me staring and smiled.

“You’re not from here, are you?” she whispered.

“No,” I said. “I come from the United States.”

She nodded. After a moment, she said, “I’ve lost 
touch with them, but I used to have some nephews 
in America­in Florida. Sarkis, Dikran and...”

A lump rose in my throat. I knew exactly what she was going to say.

“Ara,” I finished. “Ara Garibian. My father.”

The old woman took my hand. “Asdudzo kordz,” she 
whispered­God’s work. “I am your great-aunt. We are family.”


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