Last week we said goodbye to my wife's father. It was a simple ceremony. Along with the usual rites, my wife spoke briefly about his very active life in the community in which he lived for nearly all of his 94+ years. The flowers were beautiful.
Among the relatives who attended the funeral, was a woman who brought along an old photograph of him at about the age of 15, just after the end of the Pacific War. The little girl he is carrying in the photo (above) is the woman who brought the photo. Despite my being a foreigner and marrying his oldest daughter, he was always good to me and, on visits to the US, he helped us landscape our garden. His specialty was building traditional stone walls. RIP.
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