Eulogy for My Father

My father died a week ago. He made a big impact on the lives of the people I am and the people I am. The relationship between my son and his father is often complicated. This is not the case for me. I am very fortunate to have a very simple, thoughtful relationship with my father. And I believe that not only the readers who are not related to our magazines, but also the community of friends has been built by Fast Company, so I would like to share my compliments on Saturday's funeral. My father is a tough man who does not like it.

Last Saturday I respected my father 's funeral. I said that this is the most difficult thing to date, but it is not the case. A few weeks ago, in order to prepare good-bye, I knew it would come, so I praised my father as a missionary and wrote a tribute similar to this article. Many good deeds of teachers and teachers. . I am very fortunate to have the opportunity to read eulogy which is one of the many love exchange and calm moments I shared before the death a few weeks before their death I will.

I respected my father at my father 's funeral and remembered that he was a minor and played Grieg' s Piano Concerto. Jean Sibelius fin. When I was a child, I encouraged Beethoven's fifth and ninth symphonies to love music ... Later on I realized that these are one of the most resonant works of classical music It was. I was taught that there are men with severe hearing impairment like music. The next fight with my older brother was when he had the opportunity to find a cabin in Muskoka about 2 hours north of Toronto. My father sent the biggest "class" debate to Lee again: "Our people do not own a villa! We will rent a place every summer for the summer, outside the city Do not leave the resort!

Recently my father 's relatives died. My parents attended the funeral, and my mother told me how beautiful eulogy is to me. She tells people about her father with her next breath, saying this guy is so loved. Of course she does not want to think about it, but she really wants to know something cute for him when the time is right. This kind of expression of love my mother expressed for my father impressed me. I thought about a few things, then I started thinking about our memories and their importance - how to make them - how we tell them -

As I mentioned on the Internet, my father passed away at the end of November. His memorial service is held in February at the church he attended. I wrote a short biography to refer to the church's pastor in their compliments (or what will be read at the memorial ceremony), I think that I will post it here as a kind of closure. This is definitely a "good" version of my father's life, and a lot of omissions, but this is what I think is the most appropriate. Masamichi Ito was born in Tokyo in 1936. His parents were Salvation Army officers working at Salvation Army Hospital. They are Christians, very unusual for the Japanese at the time. He took refuge in the country during the war and spent most of the time he spent in Tokyo. A few years later, he remembered being hungry when he was a child, especially after the war, the mother was trying to feed six children. He is the oldest.