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April 07, 2009
For those who couldn't make it to the funeral, some words written, dedicated to my father:
"My father was a wonderful person. During the last few days, I’ve realized how much everything reminds me of him. As much as this saddens me, It also makes me realize how fortunate I am to have had a great dad, who loved me, loved his art, and had a heart that reached across the world. My memories are countless, but I thought I would share a few of my favorite times, qualities, and thoughts of my dad with everyone.
As I’m sure everyone knows, my dad was a great musician. He was a phenomenal guitarist, as well as an amazing ukulele player. He was always very modest, too modest about his huge talent for playing these instruments, probably because he felt his guitar buddies aka the guitar mafia were so much better than him. He loved researching the ukulele, and reviving old Hawaiian music that had other wise been lost. Also, for anyone who didn’t know, my father partially grew up in Hawaii and was completely in love with the culture. At one point, he even had over 400 Hawaiian shirts which landed him a spot in the news paper. There is also a room in our house which we call the Hawaiian room, which is where my dad did a lot of his work. The room is inhabited by hundreds and hundreds of hula dolls, leis, and his other various collections. He always wanted to learn more and more about the ukulele, and frequently asked me to listen to his newest writing project. I loved falling asleep upstairs to the sound of the ukulele being played downstairs. He would always say the he wanted to move to Hawaii when I had left home, and live in a shack in the mountains near the beach.
Also, as many people know, my dad was a complete goofball and funny man. Something he did that still embarrasses me is the first time I ever brought boys over to the house in 7th grade. My friends Eric and TK were over to watch a movie or something, and my dad thought it would be a great idea to welcome them in to our home by showing them his knife collection. Luckily, he didn’t scare them away completely. Also, for many Halloweens' I remember, my dad would play the shining soundtrack from our house, and dress up in a hula outfit, which I’m sure frightened the children much more than the music.
My dad also gave me some of the greatest memories of my life, and had such an influence on me culturally, as I hardly know of anyone my age who has heard of George Formby or even knows what the midday Mozart is. My dad could also name any composer or piece of music on NPR and then grin and point at the radio when he was right. We took lots of drives together, just to talk. When me and my sister were younger my dad would pick us up from school and play the Beatles and Bob Dylan. And of course James Taylor when he was taking me to my horse back riding lessons. For about a year now, he would randomly play Gilbert and Sullivan and make me crack up with his impressions of the singing. I will miss our little trips just driving forever.
My dad really loved being with his family. He used to joke that when he was younger all of these unattractive girls had crushes on him, then he met my mom. Sometimes I feel bad for him that he was stuck in a house full of girls for over thirty years, but he didn’t ever seem to have a problem with it. He loved us all and did everything to make us happy. He would always tell me that if I needed to talk he was there, because he didn’t want me to worry about anything.
I don’t know if he knows how proud of him I am, because I know how proud of me he was. He was teaching me to play the guitar and ukulele, but I wasn’t as naturally talented as him, although I can still play a few songs. My friends will always tell me how me and my dad were so alike with our facial expressions, laughs and artistic endeavors. I will miss watching the O’Reilly factor with him just for laughs, him not admitting to liking any movie except the Incredibles and There Will Be Blood, and claiming that he only steps foot in movie theatres for the popcorn and air conditioning.
My friend told me yesterday that my dad might not be here physically, but he lives through me, my mother, my sisters, and everybody else who he’s met , as if we all carry a little piece of him that shows through us everyday. his personality is so strong and endearing. He leaves a deep impression. Words cannot describe how badly I miss him right now, but I can say that I truly believe I will see him again, and feel his undying love forever."

Thank you for everyone's support and prayers, it means the world to my family.
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