My father passed away on 10th November, 2014. He was 95 years old. That day, I came back from an international symposium on MenEngage in Delhi, India, and then my daughter called me to tell my father’s passing in a hospital of rural town in Japan. My father was born in Los Angeles as a son of Japanese migrant labour. From rural Japan, he migrated and worked in NorthEast China and then experienced WWII there. My father was a classic man of musclinity as he maintained the absolute dominance in decision-making in family affairs. I remember, he was a man with no compromise. He always acted uniquely and differently in a small rural community almost enjoying to be standing alone or being isolated. He gave me light and thunder, warmth and heat, and yes, he was never cold till his passing. I was fortunate to be with my father just a week before his passing. As he could not move much, most of time, I spent time giving him massage. The last night before my departure, my father asked me to sit on the chair in front of him. Then, he started to massage my neck and shoulders. He knew I had problems in my neck and shoulders. His hands were warm with proper strength. I felt the direct transmission of love and care from the father to me. The first and last massage of my father lasted almost an hour. He gave me all the strength he had. Then, when I came back to home from India after a week, he was resting with a very peaceful face in a coffin. He managed to complete a good and eventful life of a man in very dramatic time
and challenging circumstances. Thank you, Touchan (父ちゃん), father. I am proud of you.
d WWII there. My father was a classic man of musclinity as he maintained the absolute dominance in decision-making in family affairs. I remember, he was a man with no compromise. He always acted uniquely and differently in a small rural community almost enjoying to be standing alone or being isolated. He gave me light and thunder, warmth and heat, and yes, he was never cold till his passing. I was fortunate to be with my father just a week before his passing. As he could not move much, most of time, I spent time giving him massage. The last night before my departure, my father asked me to sit on the chair in front of hi
m. Then, he started to massage my neck and shoulders. He knew I had problems in my neck and shoulders. His hands were warm with proper strength. I felt the direct transmission of love and care from the father to me. The first and last massage of my father lasted almost an hour. He gave me all the strength he had. Then, when I came back to home from India after a week, he was resting with a very peaceful face in a coffin. He managed to complete a good and eventful life of a man in very dramatic time
Happiness via Ping Pong 