Happy Father's Day!
I remember my father, who passed away 24 years ago, when he was 63 after two-year hospitalization. Luckily I have a lot of happy memories with him. He was born in a small island in Shikoku. He became a captive soldier in Siberia for some years. I was often told the story about the captive life when he was drunk. He loved reading, listening to classical music, writing, and drinking. And since my daughter was born, every evening he visited my house to see her on the way back to home. He was a strict father to his daughters, but a very affectionate grandfather. He loved his granddaughter sooooooooooo much. He looked very happy to hold her in his arms. Happy memories.