Let My Father Go Free

On February 19th, two months after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, my great-grandfather, Kenzo Sakanashi, was arrested by the Federal Bureau of Investigation on suspicion of being an enemy alien. He spent over two years separated from his wife and three children in prison camps from North Dakota to New Mexico. Only after consistent…

You Have Given Me Deep Joy As A Father Just By Being My Son

Happy Father’s Day, dad. I told Isamu Mark the same thing you told me before you died: “You have given me deep joy as a father just by being my son.” Thank you for teaching me what it means to love a son like our Heavenly Father loves us.

10 Things I’ve Learned From 10 Years Without My Dad

Every May I try to spend some time reflecting on my dad’s life. He died ten years ago, May 19, 2004. These are just some quick reflections on what I’ve learned since he’s been gone. -a man falls many times, but a father’s words pick him up When I lost my dad at 18, I…

10 Years Ago Today

Ten years ago today the doctor told my dad, “You have cancer.” Ten years ago today my world began to spin out of control. Ten years ago today I was alone with my fear. “Dad has cancer  What am i supposed to do with that?  i don’t cry. not yet. i’m not sure how i’m…

A Sad Story of Sex and Marriage in Japan

I read an article in The Japan Times titled, “Married or Single, Japan is a Desolate Country.” It’s a depressing reality check, but well worth the quick read. As a Japanese man, husband, and father, it hurts. I’m 2.5 months away from welcoming my firstborn son into the world, intimate and united with my wife, and have…

A Son Needs A Father

Dear Son, I found out last week that you are a boy and not a girl. Words can’t express my joy. One day I hope that you will have a son of your own and experience what I mean. We are expecting you to arrive around Thanksgiving. Your birth will be so timely. That’s the…

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…