I’ll head to Sweden for a while later this week. Having some Whisky with dad. Be back soon.
June 2007
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An old friend of mine, whom I unfortunately haven’t been seeing too often lately, also lost her dad albeit a few years ago. Let’s call her Miwa. She told me something encouraging:
“I’ve been definitely feeling that I am with him every single day as long as I live. I assure you that your father is forever with you and you will feel it. “
…I listened, and I do feel it. He’s closer then ever, talking to me.
Skeptics out there, feel free to form an opinion on that, I don’t mind. But whatever you might think of it I’m sure anyone agrees that a parent who passes away don’t want their kids to just mop around.
Being alone, at home & crying, is such a waste of time. I’m not interested in doing that.
I headed out as any other Friday, but this time showing dad some friends of mine.
He’s just as glad as I that I’ve them.
Cool kids they are. The lot of them.
(Midorimidori-green green (low-leftish), Yoshiko (Right).Two peace-signs makes it all alright)
(Darts = Actual hits. Hence face)
(If Hoshino & I ever have a serious argument, this is probably how it’d look like)
(Guess who took this picture)
(Hoshino posing like a Hoshi should)
(Aoba was the first to reply when someone asked how to say umai in English)
(I’ve mentioned hand- expressions before. That’s Tamu on the left, by the way)
(do-I-have-to-I-don’t-wanna-be-eenet shot)
(Tenko, what’s with the glasses?)
(Tamu. I spot a peace-sign. I’m saving this)
(Handsome kids…)
(…and just kids)
(Kanako (left) Kousei (right))
(Always room for more peace-sign shots. I collect those, it’s a thing I do)
(Niceness. Got everyone. I hit the ‘publish blog’-button now)
My dad was taken away from me and my family today, after a week of struggling with the aftermath of a heart attack.
I wish I could have been there with him – he asked for us while at the hospital.
Dad, wish I could have shown you what a man I want to become. Something you could be proud off, something that I could do to show you my appreciation for the life which you gave me. But you were taken far too soon. How can I become something good without your guidance?
You better guide me from up there, big guy.
Izydor, I love you, you will always be in my heart.
(Green-Green looking more adult then usual)
(Life is backpacked)
(Eikaiwa. Kimmos middle-finger is wierd. In a nice way)
(Suprise-visit by Nishikawa)
(Inspecting Green-Greens hair (I need a shave))
(Aikawarazu.
…ee-jyan)
Aoba & Tomomi & Juli (& Ikuya), otsukaresama!
(When in need 2…)Charcoal leftovers from last week equals another grilling session. Yesterday in pictures:
Update:
After some (a few of them hillarious) inquires about the backdrop, let me explain:
we’re not urban explorers. This is simply the club/activity-rooms on campus.
There’s tons of them, and the general tone is that of a festival. Except without the cleaners. And you know what that means to these young hooligans (that includes me)? Yes, that’s right, the occasional Woodstock 99-styled fires accompanied with screaming leaps over them.
Back to the room talk:
From one room there’s a punk-rock group playing, the other houses bongo-drums. Then there’s movies, games and sports, such as the first one below which is for rugby.
I really love this place. It’s dirty, a bit cramped and damp, but you’re always welcome and there’s always something happening.
(fan-tastic times)As previously stated the bbq went down yesterday and it was all pretty great -there was much rejoice. I rejoiced until 6 am and currently update this blog while suffering from overrejoicness. So I’ll keep it short:
(Who’d bring nori (dried seaweed) to a bbq?)
(Right: a waterhose found its way to us. Then everywhere else)
(A new addition to Gyamas Tamabi-designs . That outfit was a hoodie before we got to the Izakaya)