On this day, I often remember my grandfather, who passed away when I was very young. My grandfather fought in the Pacific theater during World War II and had some truly harrowing experiences there from what I understand. According to my grandmother, he made no secret of his dislike of the Japanese and I often wonder what he would think about his grandson living in Japan, married to a Japanese lady, with a mixed race kid. I’d like to think that rather than rolling over in his grave, he would have kindness and forgiveness in his heart and give me his blessing. On this day, I often find myself wishing that his attitude would have changed.

I just think it is remarkable how much attitudes have changed over the years here in Japan. I have met many Japanese folks who fought in the war, and they have never been anything but kind and gracious with me. Even a lady I once knew who was a resident of Hiroshima at the time of the atomic bomb was so friendly and hospitable. I can’t even imagine what she must have gone through, yet she showed no hard feelings about the event. It is remarkable the extent to which these people have all managed to heal their wounds, embrace peace, and move on, without any feelings of animosity or ill will towards me. I would like to think that in their circumstances, I’d be able to do the same.

Here’s to all those living and gone who were a product of those times, hoping that their wounds heal and that the peace these two nations now share lasts forever.

As I write this my mother is sitting across the room from me, frail, bald, bruised, battling on in her fight against cancer. Thankfully, the doctors expect an eventual cure in her case. But what a toll it has taken.

The Channel Islands are a lovely place for a memorial service, Loren. I wish you and your family the best.