Kathreen Khavari

Kathreen Khavari Instagram – Goodbye to the love of my life, my heart, my soul, my everything. He left us on sizdeh bedar. There was no limit to what this man would do for me. We would often joke that he would actually kill for me, but thankfully it never came to that. Since I was a kid, we started a tradition called “father and daughter day.” This almost always involved going to the movies (usually Grand Lake Theater), the toy store, museum, Fenton’s, Alcatraz! Whatever I loved, he loved. We shared the same interests, discussed literature, philosophy, science, art. He constantly wrote and recited poetry. We were both deeply moved by language. I am who I am because of him. I have his dark sense of humor, his quirks, his childlike curiosity for the little things (see “Dad” reel). He exposed me to yoga and meditation at a young age, taught me the importance of communicating your feelings and not keeping things inside. Most of my friends had seen him cry at some point because he was so sentimental and easily moved by films. I remember being a kid and thinking “Daddy must be a God,”because he had such a vast breadth of knowledge that he was always sharing with me. He helped me with all of my homework, no matter the subject, and if he didn’t know the material, he’d read my textbooks and then teach me with so much patience. He would make it a point to meet with all my teachers regularly, from kindergarten to high school. “They need to know your father cares.” In high school, I’d convince him to let me cut class. “Don’t tell your mom.” Then we’d spend the day going on adventures around Oakland and Berkeley, with him telling me his life stories. He loved deeply, and worried about me constantly. Friends would joke that he was in the trees following me around, making sure I was safe. And this man never, ever raised his voice at me or punished me. His voice is music to my ears. Since I was a kid, he would always say, “Man, as the Supreme Will manifestation, shall not succumb to fear, fury, fatigue, or frustration.” Okay, Daddy, I’ll try not to. To my favorite person: I love you and will miss you more than you’ll ever know. You’ll always be a god to me. Ali Mohammad Khavari Nov 15, 1934-Apr 1, 2023. | Posted on 03/Apr/2023 04:23:47