Dr. Mir Mansour Ghorashi

Dr. Mir Mansour Ghorashi, a dentist, husband, father, and grandfather, well respected Iranian whose life carried him from Tehran, to California, died on August 27, 2026, just six days before his 91st birthday.

His was a life that spanned countries, cultures, and eras almost a century.

He was born on September 2, 1935, in Iran, and was raised in Tehran at a time when family, education and community formed the center of daily life. Those values would remain with him for the next nine decades, even as nearly everything around him changed.

Mansour came of age in Tehran and attended the University of Tehran, where he graduated from the dental school, with distinction. It was a profession well suited to a man of his generation: precise, respected and rooted in service to others.

Early in his career, Dr. Ghorashi practiced dentistry at the Royal Guard Hospital. He later established his own dental office and built a private practice, spending many years caring for patients who followed him there. He was always a distinguished part of the communities he served.

He was proud of his profession, but his career was only one measure of his life.

The greater measure was his ability to help his family and friends, and his beloved wife, Farangis, who he built a life together with over 50 years.

There was family. There was food. There was conversation. There were stories told and retold. There was the unmistakable Iranian understanding that hospitality was not an occasion but a way of life, and that family was the most important thing in life.

Over the course of Mansour’s lifetime, Iran and the world around him changed profoundly. He witnessed political upheaval, social transformation and the passing of one era into another. Eventually, another great transition awaited him.

After retiring, Mansour and Farangis left Iran and began a new chapter in the United States, settling in Orange County, California, to be near their daughter Shirin, her husband Sam, and their grandchildren, Nicholas and Brandon.

To leave one’s homeland late in life is no small act. It means exchanging familiar streets, language and rituals for a place where even ordinary things can feel unfamiliar. It means exchanging being the knowledgeable with becoming the unknown itself.

Yet Mansour did not really leave Iran behind. He carried it with him.

It remained in the language he spoke, in memories of Tehran, the North of Iran, his friends and in all of his Persian meals he loved to share around a table.

In his later years, Mansour moved once more, this time to San Diego to live with his son, Ali, and his wife Madeleine. The geography of his life had changed again, but its center had not. He was once more surrounded by family.

His journey, viewed in full, was a remarkable one.

Dr. Ghorashi is remembered by his daughters, Halleh and Shirin Ghorashi their husbands Kees Boersma and Sam Saeedi, respectively; his son, Ali Ghorashi and his wife, Madeleine Baudoin; and his grandsons, Nicholas and Brandon Saeedi.

They carry with them more than his name. They carry pieces of a story that began in Iran nearly a century ago, his memories, his sacrifices, his determination, his traditions and the life he worked so hard to create for the generations that followed him.

And perhaps that is how a life such as Mansour’s continues.

In a Persian dish prepared the way it has always been prepared. In a story about Iran told once again around the table. In a familiar phrase spoken in Farsi. In children and grandchildren remembering where their family came from.

And whenever the family gathers, something of Mansour will still be there.

Yaadesh Geraami.

May his memory always be cherished.