Leman Coman

Leman Coman was born on 03/16/1973 in the town of Bornova/Izmir, Turkiye. She moved to USA in 1997 and lived in Virginia. She was a licensed cosmetologist and held a bachelor's degree from George Mason University. She loved going to school and learning new information. She loved reading and learning. One of the things she loved was reading psychology and philosophy books. She was particularly interested in Hermetic texts, Nietzsche, Dr. Carl Jung, Plato, Socrates, Arthur Schopenhauer, Rumi, Lao Tzu, Kabir and Immanuel Kant. She also loved literature from Russian authors such as Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy. She was an artist, loved drawing, painting and sketching in her free time. Also, she adored nature and animals. She would feed animals any chance she got and take walks in nature with her loving husband Todd any chance she got. She loved cooking and baking.

She loved Ataturk, the only and true leader of the Turks. Not because he was a Turk, it's because of the freedom he gave to Turkish women. He was the only Turk she loved.

She was diagnosed with breast cancer in January 2017. She accepted this fate with a positive attitude. She lived her life as if she didn't have cancer. During these difficult times, her loving husband Todd always supported her. He was her true love and hero. They loved each other very much. They enjoyed their morning and evening coffee, and their philosophical, spiritual and scientific discussions. They loved travelling, so they travelled to a few countries including beautiful Turkiye.

Leman truly believed that we are energy beings experiencing being human. She forgave everyone that left her during her illness and appreciated the ones that stayed and supported her.

I am not dead

On the day I die, when I'm being carried

toward the grave, don't weep. Don't say,

She's gone! She's gone. Death has nothing

to do with going away. The sun sets and

the moon sets, but they're not gone.

Death is a coming together. The tomb

looks like a prison, but it's really

release into union. The human seed goes

down in the ground like a bucket into

the well where Joseph is. It grows and

comes up full of some unimagined beauty.

Your mouth closes here and immediately

opens with a shout of joy there.

-Rumi

To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.

- Friedrich Nietzsche