Masis Matevosian

Masis Matevosian 83, born on June 14, 1934 in Iran, Khoozestan region, in the city of Dezful. He lost his mom at age 11. His aunt Victoria who was a doctor in Tehran transferred to Abadan to take care of Masis and his two sisters Arax and Marriett. After finishing his elementary education Masis continued his studies at the technical school in the oil company in Abadan. Later he started working for Holerith a branch of the oil company. After a short while he was sent to London for advanced training.
Masis loved children. At any event kids would start gathering around him as he entertained them with a magic show or some innovative game, or playing the harmonica.
He was very close with his kids. Masis lost his first born son to cancer at age 19 which deeply saddened him and all his friends and family around him.
Masis tried to lift himself up in order to take care of his remaining children.
His family moved to America in 1983 and Masis started working at Voi Shan Industries 2 weeks after his move and continued working there until he retired
25 years later.
Masis had a charismatic personality he had a kind and gentle heart and a great sense of humor. He always liked helping people. He was loved by everyone, young and old.
With great sorrow we have to tell you that Masis developed vascular dementia and slowly this disease took his memory and then speech within 7 years.
His son and daughter did their best in order to make sure he was taken care of properly and was comfortable and happy until his last days.

Massis passed away October 7, 2017. Arrangements are under the direction of Forest Lawn, Hollywood Hills, California.

Written by Arax
Masis's sister

Blessed to us is the memory of your unselfish love.

May you find comfort in the arms of a Angel.

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Here is a poem by Zhirik, Masis's son

We're not Angels. That's for sure.
Nor does it seem do we live in heaven.
Yet we are capable of aspiring to become again what we once were,
before the fall.
To dream, to yearn, to crave, what it was that we forgot.

On the other hand, we can wear our misery with such pride,
as to make the angels themselves envy us.

If that is, they are even capable of such crude emotion
either way, we are all members of the same organism.
Whichever side of the coin we live on.
No matter what we do, we shall savor every tear,
be it born of joy or sorrow.
As such, we serve the great purpose itself.
Whenever we can see it, whether bright as the sun,
or subdued by the clouds of illusion.

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Dad was always thankful for the good times in his life. Even though life had thrown some punches, he always got up and brushed himself off and went on with his life. Always trying to make things better.

Our dad lived and breathed for his family. He was a provider, an amazing problem solver,
And so fun to be around.

When we were young he made sure we always had a swing set in the yard, wooden steps to go up a tree and some kind of contraption made of metal pipes to swing upside down from.
He was like a curious kid, always finding out about the latest trends and technology.
I remember the first time I listened to Beatles on his new record player and when he first got the colored tv and also taking home movies with his 8 millimeter camera.
I remembered some nights we had trouble sleeping and he recorded a beautiful story on a tape recorder so we could listen to and fall asleep.

Later on in his life, he had an idea to use magnets to power toy helicopters. He also stopped smoking and drinking alcohol cold turkey by reading a book called " the power of subconscious mind" and learnt to control his bad habits with developing power over his mind.
He told me he was going to fix his memory with this idea of mind over body.
In the last year even with the Dementia, He would keep his eyes closed a lot of the times. But I could see his eyes were active. It felt like his spirit was going back and forth from the spirit world and negotiating and communicating with the other side.
I knew he was somehow aware of everything because even in his state it felt like he was looking out for us. I don't think he wanted to leave until he made sure that we were all doing ok. Because finally before he passed away we all curiously found ourselves in a much better place than we had been in a while.

Dad will always be an inspiration to me, his courage, wisdom and strength and all the sacrifices he made for us was the glue that kept my brother, dad and I together, in this lifetime and even on the other side forever and ever.


Merci papa jan!

Alice
Masis's daughter