Given today was the day of the 1st of two atomic bombings ever, I thought I’d repost this. May this never happen again.
The atomic bombing of Hiroshima left a spark – a spark which grew into universal forgiveness and kindness. From that unbounded forgiveness and kindness came a 1937 high school yearbook from a school that no longer existed – but its soul survived intact and gloriously
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Dad is simply a very quiet man. For every word he spoke, mom must have said a bazillion words. No wonder he was quiet. (You know, it may have been better to write “every word he tried to speak”.)
But this past Sunday, June 10, dad was a songbird in Spring…even though mom was there.
Dad was eighteen again and back in Hiroshima, riding the train to school with his friend Aoki. Carefree. Young. After 75 years, Dad was looking through his high school yearbook he probably never saw.
How I got that yearbook from 1937 for Dad is a story of unbounded kindness…
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Masako and Spam Musubi 
I’m in full agreement with you. And may we never forget them.
Thank you!
Koji this is so important, I reblogged and hope many many many read it.
Don’t know what to say… Thanks.
You’re welcome. And you said it well already.
I am at a loss for words. Thank you, Koji, for telling this story. We all must know it and remember it so that it never happens again.
Thank you so much for your kind words and thoughts… Indeed, it is horrible.
Enormous, enormous respect.
We humans have been so, so often ATROCIOUS.