Right away, I knew meeting him was greater than I ever imagined it would be.
Enthusiastic about meeting new leaders and sharing his own amazing life,
During session breaks, many stood by his side, like branches of an enormous tree.
Yet, all waited patiently for the opportunity to meet him, at last.
Alas, it was my turn to introduce myself, make my impression and shake hands,
Immediately, my nerves took over, while his gentle voice starts calming me.
Certainly, his smile and kindness took over my shyness, an internal strife.
His gentle demeanor and our conversations over the years had never left me,
Instead creating cherished memories and experiences of all the time past.
Over seasons, my role in the Y has changed from programs to administration,
Having me realize, a branch of his own passion, played a part in all I do.
Only a week shy of one hundred one, Heaven welcomed an angel quietly.
Suddenly months became years, our meetings and conversations came less frequently.
Here’s to the countless he inspired throughout his years, growing branches rapidly.
In time, a legend and a legacy is created with no expiration,
Yet future generations will merely only hear stories making their new debut.
Although a loss of such a beloved, gentle individual isn’t easy.
May we celebrate his life and the difference he made in the lives of many,
And let his memory live on by creating and building our own legacy.
Rest peacefully, Fred Yaichio Hoshiyama
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