Gentry-Morrison Funeral Homes
Created a Tribute Video in memory of Tatevik Gagikovna Seyranyan.
Tatevik Gagikovna Seyranyan
Birth date: Sep 9, 1987 Death date: Feb 10, 2017
Tribute Wall
Alex Diaz
May the light be with you forever dear Tatevic.
Kim Palchikoff
One of my favorite memories of Tatevik was how loving she was to Lucy. Not all people would spend so much time with a younger sister, but she was always holding her hand and playing silly games, making Lucy smile and happy. I loved watching the You Tube videos with Tatevik playing with Lucy, dancing and making funny faces. The three of us went to a car museum in Reno, and Tatevik found some old fashioned clothes atet museum , and I took a picture of her and Lucy in old fashioned hats, sitting in an old car. She never had to talk about being a kind person; her kindness and love was visible on a daily basis. Then they and their friends and family came to my house for my birthday. Taltevik's love for Lucy is visible in the photo. She was an inspiration.
Anonymous
Sent a Guiding Light Bouquet to the Seyranyan family.
Nastya Senyushkina
Милая наша Татошка, как же больно осознавать что это все не сон... Не передать словами боль в сердце... Такая молодая, красивая, талантливая, добрая, милая, открытая, нежная, доверчивая, отзывчивая... Всеобщая любимица, именно по-этому это трагедия для всех, кто тебя знал. Покойся с миром наша девочка, нам всем тебя будет очень не хватить....
Tatoshka became an angel who will look after all of us and protect... She was truly one of a kind, our sweet, amazing, kind girl. You will live in our hearts forever. We will miss your smile and soft voice more than anything. Rest in peace beautiful.
Anonymous
Sent a Delicious Delights Basket to the Seyranyan family.
Diane Wasnak
in honor of Tatevik.
The following poem has given me comfort in loss. My heart is with all of you.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
by
Mary Elizabeth Frye
