A prayer for someone who will be truly missed

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Hi, everyone!


How are you today? It has been gale-force winds and heavy rain here. It's

pretty cold too. How about in Japan?


I had some very sad news at the beginning of the week. I heard that one of

my ex-students had passed away. Let me tell you a little about him. For

privacy reasons, I'll call him Mr. K.


I met Mr. K for the first time in Oyabe, Toyama in 2005. I taught English

to him, along with some other people, at Tsuzawa Community Plaza twice a

month. Not only did we do that, we also sometimes went out for dinner or

day trips as a group. We were a little family for a couple of years but

then I had to move away from Toyama in 2007. Our friendship stayed strong

though and we all kept in touch, and I went back to Oyabe every year

without fail to see everyone.


Over the years, Mr. K contracted pneumonia and it was very sad to see him

become weak and spend his days in pain. Despite this, he continued to keep

in touch for 12 years and made time for me whenever I went to Oyabe.

Indeed, his last email to me was only two months before he passed away.


It is hard to imagine Oyabe without Mr. K. He was full of life. He loved

driving fast, taking trips, telling jokes in English, and he always guided

me by writing me motivating emails. He was almost at professional level

when it came to making soba noodles. I mean, he even made the dough and

cut the soba himself! One of the special memories that remains in my heart

is when he invited our group to his house and he made many kinds of soba

from scratch for us. After eating, his wife performed Japanese dance for

us. What a wonderful night it was!


When I told Mr. K that I was returning to Britain, he and his wife decided

to give me one of their yukata as a present. It is beautiful, traditional

colours and design, and it is one of my treasures. I wore it last year at

some Japanese events in Liverpool. I have attached a picture of me wearing

it at the bottom of this article.


I often joked and referred to our group as the "Oyabe Gang"! (In this

case, "gang" means "group".) It doesn't feel right that Mr. K isn't part

of the Oyabe Gang anymore and tears well up when I think I won't see him

again, however, he will certainly live brightly in my memories. Thank you

Mr. K for what you taught me, and the energy, smiles, time, and fun

memories you gave me. You walked into my life and left your footprints on

my heart. I am glad I could be part of your life, and I pray that you rest

peacefully.


At the top of this article you can see a picture of part of the Oyabe Gang,

including Mr. K, on one of our days out almost 10 years ago!


Thank you for reading this article. I hope you are all happy and healthy.

Best wishes, from Corrina. ☺️

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