My mother's brother, Curt, to whom she was close, died at Pearl Harbor. I don't remember him. He played guitar and sang country songs. Mom was thrilled when I took up guitar.
She never got to visit the memorial. I did in her stead, after she died. A surreal experience, heightened by Japanese tourists taking photos like crazy.
She never got to visit the memorial. I did in her stead, after she died. A surreal experience, heightened by Japanese tourists taking photos like crazy.
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