2025.07.11 Fri
It’s been a year and a half since my mother passed away—so suddenly. I’ll get to what I mean by “suddenly” later, but first, allow me to share two episodes that always come to mind when I think of her. It was the autumn of forty years ago. I was a senior in university, and my father, turning sixty, told my mother that his company's upper management had approached him with an offer. If he accepted a solo transfer to the Tokyo head office, he co