Yesterday, our family said good-bye. Good-bye to Jiro Hara. He was 91 years young. Some called him friend, uncle, father, and husband. To me, he was grandpa.
Like I was saying, his funeral was yesterday. My brother and I met up with the family at 1 pm. We were both pallbearers. We waited in this room and it was a big family reunion. I saw people I haven't seen in a long time. I was really shocked to see my uncle Ron and Jared there.
Jared is the grandson of my grandma. I know what you're thinking but when I say grandma, she is actually my childhood babysitter. I call her grandma because she treated me like a grandson. She raised my brother and I when we were young. So yes, I have three grandmothers. I don't care what anyone else says. Getting back to Jared, he was my best friend for the longest time. He's still someone I look to as a great friend, almost like a brother. I've known him since he was born. Brothers may part ways but they will reunite one day.
Getting back to the funeral, we (the pallbearers) pulled out the coffin and carried it to this cart. The funeral began as the cart was rolled to the front. My brother and I were both chosen to write a rememberance piece for my grandpa.
Out of respect for my grandpa, I incorporated some buddhism. For those who don't know, I used to be buddhist but came to know God in 1997. However, my grandparents never knew and my mom felt it was best to never tell them. I don't believe in buddhism though but if there is indeed a pure land, I hope my grandpa is there now.
Anyways, after the eulogy, I sighed a big relief that it was over and yet hoped that I did my grandpa some justice. As I sat there and listend to his history, I was moved by the life he lived. He went through a great ordeal and yet still managed to keep that smile that he was known for.
Once the service was over, everyone went to the cemetary (Inglewood and 182nd for all you 310 people, right behing the galleria). Everyone presented a flower on my grandpa's coffin until there was only the family. That consisted of my dad, mom, grandma, auntie (grandma's sister), Derek and myself. It was time for us to say good-bye. Now up until this point, I was sad but not to the point of crying. I don't remember much but the next thing I knew, tears poured down my face. It was one of those silent cries. It was heartbraking for me to see my grandma cry. In my life, I don't think I ever saw her cry. I think even my dad cried a little. My dad never cries. I tried to remain strong. Then I realized, what am I remaining strong for? The waterworks came on after that.
I've never had this kind of loss before. I was one of the fortunate few who had both sets of grandparents. In a way, I took that for granted. So as you could imagine, this wasn't something I took very lightly.
Afterward, it was time to eat dinner. We went to this chinese seafood place on Redondo (in pacific square). It was really good seeing everyone there. It made me happy to know that so many people cared for my grandpa. I ran into a woman there who recognized me. She told me she was the mother of Noel, a girl (well a woman now..she's 24) who also went to the same babysitter as I. It would've been nice to see Noel though since it's been a long time. People gave my brother and I compliments for our rememberances but I knew it was straight from the heart. It was nothing I researched or studied up on, it was just 100% real. My other grandma told me my three cousins actually cried during my rememberance. I was shocked. I just hoped that everyone that heard what I had to say went away knowing how great my grandpa was.
I decided to cut and paste my rememberance in my comment box so that everyone can read it. I hope through this, you can get an idea of what kind of man he was.
I'd just like to congratulate a couple of cousins, even though I doubt they know I have this:
- Lauryn: Congratulations for being engaged.
- Colin: He is the proud father (for two months now) of a healthy looking baby boy. Bryce Takehide Nakaba.
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