I first met Peter Bilezikian at the home of his daughter, Marash Girl, in Newton, Mass. That was in 2004, when he was in his early 90s. He physically looked and moved about like a man in his late 60s, yet his stamina and lust for life was of someone far more than half his age. He was driving and had a tight schedule, attending a Bible class several times a week and meeting people throughout the day. Every time I met him I was more amazed and even intimidated by his agility and capacity for accomplishment by consistently setting goals and fulfilling them successfully. After my first few encounters with Peter, I began to refer to him respectfully as the “Young Man.”
His memory was fully intact and he recalled stories from his life to share with me. One evening he told me about his experiences as a young boy in Marash, which had been immersed into citywide chaos trapped by the inferno of the Armenian Genocide. He was alone and struggling to stay alive among crowds of living ghosts, barely able to stand erect. It was a “normal thing” for him to witness people dropping dead all around him, he said. Somehow he managed to survive and at the end of his journey out of Western Armenia found his way to the Boston area. As a vivacious adult he eventually managed to open Newtonville Electrical Company, Inc., a sales and repair shop for electrical appliances in Newtonville, where he lived for the rest of his life. With his wife Lucille Mae (Jennie) Vartanian, they raised three children and ensured that they received top-quality higher education; Marash Girl herself attended Radcliffe College.
At the time I was moving through a period of soul searching, having emerged from a turbulent phase in my life and seeking the path I would eventually find, and continue to follow. He shared with me his own pain he had experienced when he was in his 20s, when he was angry and bitter without any clear reason or motivation—perhaps it was his defense mechanism in coping with his horrific childhood. Then one day, as he conveyed to me, he attained a divine awakening, and from that time onwards embraced a devoutly spiritual life, replacing his malaise with pure, pristine joy.
I had been meeting him at least twice a week for several months, eager to tap into the spring of wisdom and life experience that he discreetly fostered. Then I moved back to Armenia. Nearly two years ago during a visit to the Boston area I went to visit Peter, who at that time had been living in a convalescent home having endured several setbacks in his health. His memory had already begun to fade and he did not remember who I was, but the lust for life was still fully intact. I remember he had wanted to read the newspaper and somehow keep mentally active. We did not speak for very long, but the 10 minutes or so that I spent with him were among the most memorable in my brief stay at the time. Three weeks ago I learned that Peter passed away at the age of 97.
Mahatma Gandhi once said, “In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in a clearer light, and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness. Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth.” I think this philosophy directly applied to Peter’s hunger for attaining the highest level of serenity through the pursuit of righteousness, along the upward footpath that indeed ultimately led him to God. It was his life’s sole purpose.
April 23, 2010
ReplyDeleteDear Garbis,
Thank you for the wonderful article on my Uncle Peter. He was such a joy to be with and always had many, many stories to tell. He was so vivacious and loved life. Again, thanks for sharing your experiences. I hope others who didn’t know him will understand the true meaning of being a survivor.
We were indeed so very fortunate to have wonderful parents: our Dad and Mom together were incredibly devoted parents who instilled values of hard work and high goals.
ReplyDeleteOur Mom's first priority was her children: she was always there for us --- from preparing (and teaching us how to cook) delicious and healthy meals to driving us to all of the activities.
Our Dad worked hard to provide the best things in life for his wife and children . . . including the many years of music lessons, and the best education at private Universities and Graduate schools.
Both of our parents always encouraged us to work hard. From the age of 16 on, every summer we found jobs and the money we earned went to pay for our college text books & incidentals. Dad was always proud of his kids for the accolades, yet never accepted achievement scholarships. He would always say, let someone else that really needs that money have it.
Our parents set a wonderful example and truly lived a life of giving and sharing.