My father passed away at age of 91 on January 16th, 2024. He lived by himself in his old house almost until the end of his life. We had a small funeral with his relatives, and when we went to pick up the bones at the crematorium, the staff said they were thick and solid. I told them about his elementary school days. His classmates always came to see the big, broiled salmon in his bento box at lunch time. This made him embarrassed. The 1930s were a poor era, and most students only had barley rice for lunch. My father was the first son of a big farmer and went fishing in the Ishikari River often. Good food made his bones strong, I guess. I think he was happy until the last day of his life. Thank you, Daddy, and rest in peace.