In Loving Memory of beloved Sister Pa r v i n e who reached her life's Winter too soon
Geneva, February 10, 1931 -  Tehran, October 26, 2001
Farhad, Fatmeh, daughters Haydée & Roxanne, husband Manouchehr Sepahbodi, Joun-Joun.

The last picture I took of Parvine
while on her 1995 visit to Sedona
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Parvine departed this troubled world on October 26, 2001 and was laid to eternal rest in God's little acre at "Shemshak" the old coal-miner's village of yore. That was her will. I never had a chance to say goodbye and part of me left with her. Her village had a cozy Swiss-like inn nestled between high cliffs and numerous modest chalets blending serenely with farmers cottages. My sister loved this little peaceful hamlet and the friendly villagers. She cherished climbing hills and gather "Meshkak," a very rare Persian aromatic wild herb. She lovingly dried the healing herbs and on our last joyous meeting brought me a few twigs. Once upon a time I used to ski there and during the cold evening, took strolls, knee-deep in the fresh powder snow, passing along the dwellings and lodges where the melodious notes of a "sétar" and muffled voices could be heard. I am certain that she can hear it all.including the music theme "La Paloma" on this page. She loved it - after all, Parvine was herself a white dove and she flew away in the immensity of the sky.

A distance above the peaceful hamlet where she lies, under a full moon, glowing windows twinkles in the frozen distance in harmony with the myriad of stars above. Except for the howl of a solitary wolf, the answering wails of a dog, all else is just boundless infinity, bone-chilling glitter and utter silence in the magical vastness of towering moonlit Persian mountains crowned by Mount Damavand (seen above). From faraway Arizona I know that among the countless stars, the brightest one will shine until the end of time for beloved and sweet Parvine.

Parvine with daughter Haydée and Milton the famous Cat she loved
Lausanne Summer 2001 - Photo from Haydée - Below a poem from
poet and painter friend Sohrab Sepehri, who studied with Parvine at
the Tehran Fine Arts School:
/\_/\
( o.o )
> ^ <

         The last Summer - Photo From Haydée - New

Move the mouse and butterflies will fly around Parvine    New