Dad, This is Me at 27

A post in the series, “Why I Write About My Dad Each May.” Find all the posts here. Dad, it’s that time of the year again. Time to remember, time to catch up. Hard to believe I’ve spent 1/3 of my life without you. Well, anyway, this is what you should know about me at 27. First, I…

Good Friends Are Hard to Find

A post in the series, “Why I Write About My Dad Each May.” Find all the posts here. Those three guys above were my best friends from high school. We were on the basketball team and did everything together. My friend Mike is on one side of me and my friend Gemayal (white suit) is on the other….

The Beginning of the End

A post in the series, “Why I Write About My Dad Each May.” Find all the posts here. The photo above is from Thanksgiving 2003. It was the last family photo we took with everyone together. I remember having a lot of fun while we took those pictures. Thanksgiving was always a fun memory with our family and…

Bushido, Veracity, and Jesus

This is part 3 in a series on Bushido and Jesus. VERACITY Samurai prided themselves on the guarantee that their words held. Unlike the merchants who engaged in commerce and prospered through dishonesty, the mark of a true samurai was that his words were true and did not need any additional sign of proof. It was…

A Daughter is One of God’s Deep Blessings

A post in the series, “Why I Write About My Dad Each May.” Find all the posts here. Dad’s Journal, November 5, 2003: “Kaori wrote a thank you note to me.  It was so sweet.  One of those things that makes you think that it was worth being away just to have her appreciate my being back and…

17, My Best Day With Dad

A post in the series, “Why I Write About My Dad Each May.” Find all the posts here. Dad’s Journal, October 6, 2003: “Oh my heart aches for Stephen these days.  He is in the throes of his first major passage in life and, I can see now, it has so many of the marks of a mid-life…

Why I Write About My Dad Each May

My father died of cancer 9 years ago. I only think about this occasionally and in passing most days of the year. May is different. Like the fallen soldiers we remember every year, it is my time to slow down and think about the man who shaped my life, the man I lost at 18. I’ve tried…