Adventures
July 27, 2020
I woke up in the night last night and did something I haven’t done in a long long time for no reason in particular. I logged onto Facebook. That’s when I saw the message that your Mom had passed away. Andy (and Jon and Ken and Mr Iwamasa) my heart goes out to you. Your Mom / Wife (Mrs Iwamasa to me) was such a wonderful person. I have been thinking all day about growing up with the Iwamasas.
Your house was my second home. And your Mom always made me feel so welcome. We had amazing adventures at your house. All the sleepovers and double sleepovers. Getting to your house from mine through the woods was even an adventure. Trails and secret paths. How we’d sneak in through the Puppy-chow door behind the furnace and eat pop tarts, gold fish and drink coke. Our games of hide and seek. I was always amazed at how Jon could scale up the walls of the stairs and climb onto the top of the cabinets. Then there was honing our fort building skills which, as a parent now, I realise is a euphemism for wrecking a place. But God, it was fun; and I always felt like t We’d make such elaborate, multi-chamber lairs (complete with an area for food stuffs) using the long interlocking timber blocks and bed sheets. Exploring your backyard. Climbing trees. Though, that big one in the back - I mostly remember watching you and Jon scale up that tree. I can’t quite remember, but I don’t think I could get to the lowest branch very well. And of course the long long sessions of D&D over many many years.
Behind it all was a home your Mom and Dad created. A home for adventures, exploring and fun. What a magnificent place! I am grateful to you and your Mom and Dad for giving / sharing with me such a wonderful childhood. Sometimes things weren’t so fun. When we’d go ‘help’ your Mom with the Delta phone-a-thon as a runner, I’d eat the Burger King. They had those tables with loads of Whoppers on them and I think it was orange drink (but I could be wrong). It seemed like every time I did, I’d get sick in the middle of night at your house. Your mom is one of the few people who has cared for me puking (repeatedly). She was so kind.
I can only imagine how much you all must miss her. If you get the sense that someone is sending kind thoughts from far off to the east and over the waves, that’d be me.
With much love, Matt