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Today commemorates the 49th day following the death of my father, which, in Japanese-American Buddhist tradition marks a milestone in the cycle of mourning for the family, relatives, and friends.

To mark this day, I am publishing the eulogy I gave at my father’s funeral.

This was perhaps the most difficult piece I’ve ever written and certainly the most difficult speech of my life.

It’s not perfect but it does capture the way I felt, the way I wanted to honor my father, and the way I wanted to celebrate my father’s life for those he leaves behind.

Namu amida butsu.

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(Originally given on November 20, 2010)

Today, I celebrate the life of my father.

As Tammy says, Dad hit the ultimate jackpot – he died peacefully at home after living a full life.

Dad died on November 12, 2010, at age 81, having survived cancer and two major surgeries.

During the past five years since being diagnosed with and treated for cancer, Dad was on “bonus time” and he made the most of it.

Tammy took Dad and Mom to Las Vegas just two weekends ago, and Dad enjoyed a remarkable string of jackpots from the moment he was in Nevada, culminating in a $100 jackpot … on a penny slot machine!

And Mom and Tammy dragged him to a fancy – and expensive – restaurant where they shared a spectacular dinner.

Even Dad was impressed to the point of conceding that sometimes “fancy” restaurants are worth every penny.

He lived a full life.

What does that mean? “A full life.”

Dad never accumulated great wealth or material possessions.

Those things were just not that important in his life.

Dad enjoyed life in simpler ways – bowling with friends, fishing with Uncle Lefty and Uncle Roy, and always the annual family gatherings with the tables piled high with gochisou.

Throughout his life and through the way he lived his life, Dad taught us the meaning of “itadakimasu” and “gochisousama” – appreciation and gratitude for delicious food and the effort of the people who prepared it.

Two years ago, Dad and Mom crossed the Pacific Ocean to stay with us in Tokyo for a whole month, which we spent “eating everything in Japan!”

Crabs from Hokkaido, sushi platters fresh from Tsukiji, and noodles of every shape, size, and color!

Dad truly loved his noodles.

Mom and Dad even walked to the local convenience store where they bought six different kinds of bento. I don’t remember how we ate them all but somehow we did.

Mimy and I will never forget how Dad would wander into the kitchen whenever Mimy started preparing a meal, looking over her shoulder.

The look of anticipation and joy that danced across his face was truly a sight to see.

He lived a full life.

And yet Dad’s greatest achievements may only be recognized by a relatively small circle of family, relatives, and friends.

The fullness of one’s life is perhaps inevitably measured by what is left behind.

Dad leaves behind a marriage that lasted more than 50 years, a wife who returned to college and graduated, a wife who worked hard to give their children a college education, and a wife bought a house in what is now a very fashionable part of town.

Dad leaves behind a wife who has travelled the world and discovered computers, email, and Facebook in her “old age” so you young people better watch out – Grandma’s googling you.

Dad leaves behind three children, each of whom chose a different path in life that has led to achievement, love, and happiness.

Dad delighted in his four grandchildren: Kendall, Kalani, Kiana, and Trent.

Each of you was his special treasure.

Your grandfather’s legacy to you is his demonstration of the truth that “being kind and gentle to every living thing” is indeed a path to happiness in life.

Dad lived to see his first grandchild Kendall Akira, who shares his name, graduate from university this past May.

Dad lived to see Kendall get engaged to the love of his life, Arlene.

Arlene, I know my Dad was happy to see Kendall so happy.

He lived a full life.

As it turned out, Kendall’s graduation in May was the last time I saw my father.

I was troubled by the fact he didn’t have his usual appetite, his passion for good eating, and his sheer delight at eating lots and lots of good food.

We nonetheless shared lots of laughs, great food, and good times with family, relatives, and friends in the cool evenings of early summer in Los Angeles.

He lived a full life.

Preparing to leave for the airport, my father hugged me tightly and whispered into my ear.

The last thing my father said to me was, “don’t forget to come home.”

Dad was encouraging me to go ahead and move to Beijing, China, where Mimy and I have started a new life together, a grand new adventure in our 50s.

Part of me knew Dad wasn’t going to be here forever and I was hesitating, torn between my desire for adventure and my guilt at being away from home for the past 16 years.

I think Dad knew that would be our final farewell – and yet he was telling me that I could decide what is most important in my life, that I must decide what is most important to the people in my life.

Dad’s words freed me from my guilt.

And so I chose to embark upon a new journey, one that would find me in a strange new world.

Beijing, the mother of all Chinatowns.

Dad, you would LOVE Beijing.

Great food, amazing food, huge mountains of delicious food everywhere and it’s cheap too.

The Great Wall of Chinese Sausages is waiting for you, Dad!

Did you know the Chinese invented noodles? Dad, you can eat a different kind of noodle every day!

Dad, you’re gonna love this place!

Mimy and I were looking forward to the day we would welcome Dad and Mom to our home in Beijing and then “eat everything in China!”

But it was a quiet Saturday in Beijing when Mom calmly told me that Dad had passed away peacefully that morning in Los Angeles, having lived a “full life.”

If I have any regret, it is that I did not tell my father I loved him more often, that I missed all those opportunities to hug my Daddy.

A “full life” — a life that is truly lived well — can only be measured by what is left behind in the hearts of the people you love, and the people who love you.

And thanks to Dad, I realize you can only celebrate, appreciate, and be grateful for the fullness of life in this moment, right here, right now.

Only now can you reach out to the people you love, the people who love you, give them a big hug, look them in the eye, and say, “I love you.”

Dad lived a full life.

So, today, I do not mourn the death of my father.

I celebrate his life.

Dad, I love you.

Dad, I didn’t forget to come home.

Namu amida butsu.

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Today commemorates the 49th day following the death of my father, which, in Japanese-American Buddhist tradition marks a milestone in the cycle of mourning for the family, relatives, and friends.

To mark this day, I am publishing the eulogy I gave at my father’s funeral.

This was perhaps the most difficult piece I’ve ever written and certainly the most difficult speech of my life.

It’s not perfect but it does capture the way I felt, the way I wanted to honor my father, and the way I wanted to celebrate my father’s life for those he leaves behind.

Namu amida butsu.

# # #

(Originally given on November 20, 2010)

Today, I celebrate the life of my father.

As Tammy says, Dad hit the ultimate jackpot – he died peacefully at home after living a full life.

Dad died on November 12, 2010, at age 81, having survived cancer and two major surgeries.

During the past five years since being diagnosed with and treated for cancer, Dad was on “bonus time” and he made the most of it.

Tammy took Dad and Mom to Las Vegas just two weekends ago, and Dad enjoyed a remarkable string of jackpots from the moment he was in Nevada, culminating in a $100 jackpot … on a penny slot machine!

And Mom and Tammy dragged him to a fancy – and expensive – restaurant where they shared a spectacular dinner.

Even Dad was impressed to the point of conceding that sometimes “fancy” restaurants are worth every penny.

He lived a full life.

What does that mean? “A full life.”

Dad never accumulated great wealth or material possessions.

Those things were just not that important in his life.

Dad enjoyed life in simpler ways – bowling with friends, fishing with Uncle Lefty and Uncle Roy, and always the annual family gatherings with the tables piled high with gochisou.

Throughout his life and through the way he lived his life, Dad taught us the meaning of “itadakimasu” and “gochisousama” – appreciation and gratitude for delicious food and the effort of the people who prepared it.

Two years ago, Dad and Mom crossed the Pacific Ocean to stay with us in Tokyo for a whole month, which we spent “eating everything in Japan!”

Crabs from Hokkaido, sushi platters fresh from Tsukiji, and noodles of every shape, size, and color!

Dad truly loved his noodles.

Mom and Dad even walked to the local convenience store where they bought six different kinds of bento. I don’t remember how we ate them all but somehow we did.

Mimy and I will never forget how Dad would wander into the kitchen whenever Mimy started preparing a meal, looking over her shoulder.

The look of anticipation and joy that danced across his face was truly a sight to see.

He lived a full life.

And yet Dad’s greatest achievements may only be recognized by a relatively small circle of family, relatives, and friends.

The fullness of one’s life is perhaps inevitably measured by what is left behind.

Dad leaves behind a marriage that lasted more than 50 years, a wife who returned to college and graduated, a wife who worked hard to give their children a college education, and a wife bought a house in what is now a very fashionable part of town.

Dad leaves behind a wife who has travelled the world and discovered computers, email, and Facebook in her “old age” so you young people better watch out – Grandma’s googling you.

Dad leaves behind three children, each of whom chose a different path in life that has led to achievement, love, and happiness.

Dad delighted in his four grandchildren: Kendall, Kalani, Kiana, and Trent.

Each of you was his special treasure.

Your grandfather’s legacy to you is his demonstration of the truth that “being kind and gentle to every living thing” is indeed a path to happiness in life.

Dad lived to see his first grandchild Kendall Akira, who shares his name, graduate from university this past May.

Dad lived to see Kendall get engaged to the love of his life, Arlene.

Arlene, I know my Dad was happy to see Kendall so happy.

He lived a full life.

As it turned out, Kendall’s graduation in May was the last time I saw my father.

I was troubled by the fact he didn’t have his usual appetite, his passion for good eating, and his sheer delight at eating lots and lots of good food.

We nonetheless shared lots of laughs, great food, and good times with family, relatives, and friends in the cool evenings of early summer in Los Angeles.

He lived a full life.

Preparing to leave for the airport, my father hugged me tightly and whispered into my ear.

The last thing my father said to me was, “don’t forget to come home.”

Dad was encouraging me to go ahead and move to Beijing, China, where Mimy and I have started a new life together, a grand new adventure in our 50s.

Part of me knew Dad wasn’t going to be here forever and I was hesitating, torn between my desire for adventure and my guilt at being away from home for the past 16 years.

I think Dad knew that would be our final farewell – and yet he was telling me that I could decide what is most important in my life, that I must decide what is most important to the people in my life.

Dad’s words freed me from my guilt.

And so I chose to embark upon a new journey, one that would find me in a strange new world.

Beijing, the mother of all Chinatowns.

Dad, you would LOVE Beijing.

Great food, amazing food, huge mountains of delicious food everywhere and it’s cheap too.

The Great Wall of Chinese Sausages is waiting for you, Dad!

Did you know the Chinese invented noodles? Dad, you can eat a different kind of noodle every day!

Dad, you’re gonna love this place!

Mimy and I were looking forward to the day we would welcome Dad and Mom to our home in Beijing and then “eat everything in China!”

But it was a quiet Saturday in Beijing when Mom calmly told me that Dad had passed away peacefully that morning in Los Angeles, having lived a “full life.”

If I have any regret, it is that I did not tell my father I loved him more often, that I missed all those opportunities to hug my Daddy.

A “full life” — a life that is truly lived well — can only be measured by what is left behind in the hearts of the people you love, and the people who love you.

And thanks to Dad, I realize you can only celebrate, appreciate, and be grateful for the fullness of life in this moment, right here, right now.

Only now can you reach out to the people you love, the people who love you, give them a big hug, look them in the eye, and say, “I love you.”

Dad lived a full life.

So, today, I do not mourn the death of my father.

I celebrate his life.

Dad, I love you.

Dad, I didn’t forget to come home.

Namu amida butsu.

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BEIJING, China — This morning, I received the call that all expatriates dread. My mother calmly told me that Dad passed away peacefully on Friday, November 12, 2010 at age 81, having survived five full years of life following diagnosis of cancer and two major surgeries.

My father was my hero, my role model, a quiet man who put his family first, a man who loved eating, fishing, and the occasional trip to Las Vegas. Dad was, in all respects, the man I dreamed and hoped of becoming. I wrote the following essay in 2008 and republish it here in his memory.

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THE BIG ONE THAT DID NOT GET AWAY

A spectacular day off of Cozumel, Mexico, which must be the bluest place I’ve ever seen. The sky melts into the depths of the ocean, light bouncing off the pure white sands at the bottom, and reflecting back up into the sky as clouds. The blue is so big, so all-encompassing that it shocks and awes you, and makes you humble before the power of nature.

Or it could be Cerveza Brain.

My fondest memories of childhood are going fishing with Dad, surf fishing off the beaches of Southern California, back in the days when you could actually eat what you caught. Dad taught me the meaning of fishing is not about catching fish but the time spent contemplating the true nature of life. Fishing is a metaphor for living your life in harmony with all beings. Well, that and catching lots of good eatin’ fish.

Dad always said he was a “meat” fisherman, not a “sport” fisherman.

So, taking my Dad, my wife (who is a closet fishing fanatic), and our son for a chartered fishing boat trip in Cozumel sounded like something that would validate my life choices, bringing together everyone I loved on a trip to remember. Maybe catch some good eatin’ fish.

Mom tends to get motion sickness so she elected to check out the local museum, and then sit at a cafe reading her book, gazing at life passing by in the bright Cozumel sun. Mom knows that sometimes you must let boys be boys.

The fishing started out great – as usual, our son hooked up first. Whizzzzzz, click, ugh, ugh, ugh, and, wow, that’s a green fish! The Dorado is a gorgeous fish, dazzling the eyes with greens and yellows that blaze in bright Mexican sun. Then, my wife landed a beauty, then me. Dad, master fisherman and old man of the sea, wasn’t about to be skunked by his kid, daughter-in-law, or his grandkid!

Whizzz, click, oh yeah, ugh, ugh, ugh, oops! The wily Dorado must have slipped the hook because suddenly, nothing. No sound except the silence of monofilament sliding out of the water.

The Mexican deckhands are suddenly uncharacteristically quiet. Softly whispering, “que lastima” to each other, they look a little bummed. Dad, master fisherman, explains, “that fish will tell the other fish to head for the hills. Fishing’s over for the day.” Dad is definitely bummed.

Me, ever the optimist, says to the captain and crew, “No problemo, los dudes. Nosotros continuamos los fishing para mucha grande pesces! Yee-haw!”

After the crew stops laughing from my broken Español, they re-set the gear and we start trolling. The first hour of trolling is what fishing is all about. The sun, the wind, the water, sunlight glimmering like thousands of fireflies doing la cucaracha after one too many tequilas.

An organism lower on the food chain than me shall not win the battle today!

We keep trolling.

I have a cerveza. My wife has dos cervezas. I have una mas cerveza. Mi wife has quatro mas cervezas tambien, just to be mucho humoroso. Our son, used to this game of “who’s got Cerveza Brain,” has another coke and looks hopefully out on the water, as his parents take a siesta under the shade.

Suddenly, El Capitan is going muy loco, yelling something in Spanish that sounds like, “hey, el dumbo americano japoneso dude, wake up, el grande de grande pesce hook-up ahora!” My Cerveza Brain is not quite functional yet so our son, cool kid that he is, is saying, “grandpa, you take it! now!”

Dad, having the chased away all the fish three hours ago, is doing a classic Nisei jap “enryo” thing and demurring shyly. Even Cerveza Brain recognizes this and thinks, “Dad, demure doesn’t work for you,” and finally conscious control returns and I yell, “dad, take it!”

Dad knows what to do. Pull, pull, pull, reel in, reel in, reel in. But this is the fish of a lifetime. Big. Heavy. Fast. Ready to kick ass.

After 20 minutes, Dad’s smile has faded and it’s become a battle of wills. I see drops of blood dripping from his fingers but neither he nor I mention it.

El Capitan knows his caca and is turning the boat away from the fish to keep the line taut. The deckhands are keeping a close watch on Dad, the fish, and the expensive equipment that might end up in the azure waters off Cozumel. My wife, my son, and I are cheering Dad on, doing the “wave,” and sacrificing virgins to the gods of big-ass fish.

Suddenly, an incredible silver missile explodes out of the water! And then it’s gone. The line goes slack. Has Dad let the big one slip away? The deckhands are stunned into silence. Dad, master fisherman and old man of the sea, smiles. He’s seen this one before. He waits.

Wham! The tip of the pole nosedives, the reel screeching, but Dad is ready. Leveraging decades of tossing lawnmowers into his old Ford pickup, Dad plants his feet, sets his back, and puts his whole body into it, and sneers with an evil grin, “who’s your padre now, el señor fish?”

The fish knows. This is the end. El ultimo finito.

The deckhand grabs the gaff, leans over, and throws out his back pulling up the biggest, brightest, bluest-striped fish I’ve ever seen. In fact, the biggest fish I’ve ever seen out of the water.

The 53-inch Wahoo, the biggest of the season, has conceded defeat to gracefully to Dad, Master Fisherman and The Old Man of the Sea. The Wahoo’s spirit touches Dad’s for a moment, and the Wahoo goes off to join the other fish in that place where all fish swim happily in peace for eternity.

My wife and son are bouncing up and down, doing the banzai dance, “oh boy, we can eat sashimi until we burst!” I don’t have the heart to tell them you don’t get to eat the big one because I want to have it mounted so Dad can put it on the wall at home.

Cerveza Brain is having a grand ol’ time handing out tips the size of the GDP of Mexico to El Capitan and crew. It’s obvious they’re having a ball, except for the one who threw out his back hauling the Wahoo on board. Clearly they get bragging rights, a commission from the agent for the company that mounts these things, and some extra cash to buy a Nintendo para los niños.

They feel so good in fact that they share the Dorado with us (traditionally the crew takes home the fish on a charter), so my wife and son did get to burst their bellies with freshly caught sashimi that night! Having bought several kilos of local lobster tails as a backup (Dad taught me that too), nos familia had an incredible feast to celebrate the day that Dad caught the big one. Even Mom had one tequila too many, hiked up her skirts, and danced the Mexican hat dance in honor of the “big one.” Little did she realize that “El Grande de Grande Pesces” would shortly grace her living room, staring down with cold glass eyes, stripes of Cozumel blue, and an enigmatic grin.

But I know she’ll put on her best smile and roll her eyes just a bit when Dad tells his story of The Big One That Did Not Get Away. For the millionth time.

Later that night, after everyone had gone to sleep, Cerveza Brain and me looked up at the night sky of Cozumel, sipped una mas tequila y lima, thanked the gods of fishing, and millions of shimmering stars joined us in quiet celebration of a day well spent, fishing with Dad.

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Conservatives in America might be shocked to discover that Mickey Mouse is actually a socialist who believes everyone should have access to healthcare.

And they’ll throw in a half-kilo of tomatoes for free!

Photo taken at our old house in Tokyo!

Strange faces peering out of shadows of the bushes. Family friend Kyoko experiencing an out-of-body experience.

Happy halloween!

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(1) If you can’t afford to lose, don’t play the game of chicken.

(2) My mother always said, “look both ways before crossing the road.”

(3) “It’s not the size of the cock, it’s how well he clucks!”

(4) “So I said, who’s your rooster now?!”

(5) “After you,” said the egg.

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“The instant noodles for an instant afro!”*

Now that’s a brand promise!

Think of the possibilities of Chinese versions of ethnic brands!

Jheri-Curl potato chips!

Afro-Sheen soy sauce!

And, of course, J-Lo Steamed Buns!

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* P.S. For you cunning linguists out there, yes, the copy actually says, “NEW! straight noodles” which I suppose is funnier than “gay noodles” but that’s another post.

Our local supermarket is having a promotion on Yanjing beer at CNY 1.98 per can.

Or an incredible US$0.89 (JPY 72) for three cans!

Okay, that’s the case price (i.e., you have to buy 24 cans) but the last time I bought beer in Tokyo, it was JPY210 per can!

Yanjing Beer is a light-bodied, crispy-finishing beer that would be perfect during the summer in L.A. or Tokyo.

At 3.6% alcohol content, Yanjing Beer is less potent than Japanese beers but at this price you can drink a six pack!

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