It had always been my wish to visit my father's grave in Yokohama.
He died as a POW in Kyushu, when I was 7 years old. He was 30 years
In 1995 I joined a pilgrimage of reconciliation to
Japan. We visited a school where the children asked questions about
the war and one of the men spoke about how he had been treated; you
could have heard a pin drop. Maybe these children will understand
the history of war a lot better now. On 11th November we attended
a Memorial Service in Yokohama. It was extra special for me because
it was held around my father's grave, so in my mind I was attending
his funeral. I couldn't believe I was actually standing at the grave
of my father after 52 years. I buried my grandmother's rosary and
some poppies deep in the earth around the stone. After the two minutes
silence a piper played the lament. My tears fell like rain, but what
joy for me to lay him to rest at last. I have now fulfilled my dream
and offer all my love and gratitude to Agape and its supporters.