is one of the many phrases I have heard repeated over the last couple days to describe my Ji’chan.
He was the one I can say without a doubt found his true love.
He grew up in the Central Valley, joined the military and survived the Japanese Internment of World War II. I learned these stories first hand, almost 22 years ago
when I sat down in my backyard to interview him for a school project. I had no idea then, the stories that would be revealed.
He was the one who Joe approached to ask for a blessing in our marriage and less than a year later, he was the one who walked me down the aisle.
He was the one who continued on after my Ba’chan passed away.
Proving us all wrong. Although his heart ached every day for her, he found joy in life and made sure to take care of those around him.
He was the one I named my first born after. Doubtless Joe or I could find a more worthy honor for our son.
He was the one who was few on words but great in action. He loved with such consistency, thoughtfulness, and fullness.
He was the one who went to his volunteer job last Thursday, like he has done for years, and after coming home, while taking a nap, departed in peace.
He will be missed by many.