I’m thinking about my dad today on what would have been his 75th...

I’m thinking about my dad today on what would have been his 75th birthday. On his last birthday, in 2002, he wrote this little message on the back of a piece of art my parents bought when we lived in Okinawa. As a little girl, I was fascinated by the mask. I wrote stories about it. Jenge was his nickname for me. He was the only one who called me that, and when he died I remember thinking, “No one will ever call me that again.”