A Eulogy

Front row: Grace, Carole(Daughter), and Krystyn (Granddaughter)
Back row: Garret(Grandson) and Jerry(Son-in-law)
Today (Friday) a woman I admired is being remembered by her family at a memorial service, and I felt it fitting that I should also take some time and remember her in my own fashion.
It was a little more than two years ago that I first figuratively "met" Grace Morimoto. My friend Krystyn Chong likes to post about her life periodically, and she devoted a significant amount of energy to documenting her family's preparations for their New Year celebration.
The heart of the preparations was her grandmother, Grace. Everything from the arrangements of the food to the plants making up the centerpiece to the ingredients making up the Shogatsu (primarily a lobster surrounded by many tasty hors d'oeurves) had a reason and a method and Grace was the arbiter of what to do and how to do it.
Those first photos, blogs and videos were destined to become part of a record of Krystyn and Grace over the next couple of years, with Krystyn's gentle teasing and inquisitive nature playing the foil to Grace's dry wit and amused exasperation with her grand-daughter and her constant requests to know "Why?" instead of just accepting that Tradition is spelled with a capital T because you aren't supposed to question it. :-)
Grace became one of Krystyn's favorite topics to write about and those blog posts and photos quickly endeared "Grandma" to all of Krystyn's many friends and followers in the online social media world. Grace herself liked to act aloof or indifferent most of the time, yet the questions she asked at times showed, I think, that she enjoyed the attention and took a certain amount of bemused amusement from the fact that so many strangers seemed to be interested in her doings.
At the age of 90, when I first heard about her, she was leading a life that would have been the envy of many elderly people who were many decades younger than Grace. Krystyn made no bones about her Grandmother's accomplishments. They were a source of great pride to Krys, something that I'm not sure that Grace truly appreciated. Then again, Grace had lived a long and active life, and she didn't seem to be think of herself as something special just because of her accomplishments. It might have seemed odd to her that anyone else would consider her to be a role model to look up to. Perhaps not.
Those accomplishments were many and varied, and stretched across her long life. Her family was one of those affected by the "relocation" of Japanese immigrants and Japanese-Americans during World War 2. She endured that period of her life with the grace implied by her name, and during that time she first learned the art of Ikebana; or "flower arranging".

I don't know if that training awakened a love of flowers within her, or if her love of flowers inspired her to pursue the craft. Whatever the case, she would eventually achieve the highest levels of accomplishment within her craft. She put her skills to practical use as well as artistic. She opened her own floral shop in 1957, and operated it for twenty years before selling it to a Japanese woman who operated the shop for another twenty years and still has it open today, as far as I can tell.
Ikebana is not just a way of "arranging flowers". At its heart, it's an art form; a way of expressing visual poetry. A flower arrangement isn't just random or "pretty". The components are symbolic. This led to an interesting video discussion between Krystyn and Grace last year, wherein Krystyn questioned Grace's choice and complained that the centerpiece was dreary, while Grace attempted to explain that it was a winter arrangement and that it was meant to represent death and rebirth. Such verbal sparring was par for the course between the two of them and those of us who enjoyed watching it vicariously could only shake our heads and smile.
Grace's talents didn't end with flowers. Wood, and other natural pieces were used in her artistic endeavors and Krystyn proudly showed her friends her Grandmother's creations, sometimes with her own embellishements added.
Grace was an avid golfer and as Krystyn showed us, a talented one as well. If the shelves full of trophies were not evidence enough, her accomplishments were recorded publically as well. For instance, the Sacramento Golf Council reports that she won the 1982 City Mixed Scotch Tournament. According to Krystyn she won every tournament she entered and she certainly has the awards to back up that claim.
Grace's contributions to the local sporting scene did not end simply with winning awards, however. She was a regular benefactor to athletics in Sacramento. The newsletter of the Sacramento Asian Sports Foundation lists her on its donor rolls going back ten years and one suspects that if the records were available that they probably go back for as long as there was a SASF to contribute to.
Grace was more than just a grandmother (or mother or sister), you see. She was a person who contributed to the community and gave of her time, energy and knowledge. She was a successful business person, a recognized artist, an accomplished athlete and a landlord. She was the mother of Carole, Krysten's mother, who is a woman recognized as a "strong, quiet and unsung hero" in her own right. When Sacramento politician Ryan Chin listed his endorsements in the 2010 election, the list of "Community Leaders" included the name "Grace Morimoto". Krystyn's pride in her grandmother was not simply familial pride. Her grandmother led a life of accomplishment that would make any person proud to be a part of her family.
Krystyn's stories of her Grandmother took a more melancholy, yet still hopeful and uplifting tone as her Grandmother suffered a recurrence of cancer that she had fought off a decade before. As Krystyn and her family became responsible for helping Grace care for herself as she declined, we followers of Grace and Krystyn were allowed a small glimpse of the simple grace with which Grace herself bore the illness and continued to even try to care for Krystyn as much as Krystyn cared for her. She was an independent spirit to the end.
That end came without fanfare last Sunday morning. The only notice of it to us, Krystyn's long-distance friends, was that she vanished from her usual online haunts like Facebook and Twitter. As people individually inquired about Krystyn and her grandmother, the word spread - Grace had passed on.
It perhaps sounds odd to characterize Grace's loss to me (and by extension, to Krystyn's other internet friends) as the loss of a friend. Certainly, I was not a personal friend of Grace. If she had met me, a pleasure I sadly will never have now, I would simply have been one of Krystyn's many friends and admirers.
To me, though, Grace was a living, breathing person who I knew well, or at least knew OF well. Krystyn brought her to life in her writings and in doing so, she endeared her to all of the friends who followed her stories of her colorful Grandmother and Grace's often sardonic view of her granddaughter's antics. Krystyn created a place in each of our hearts for her Grandmother and each of us who took her into that place will have a gap in our lives now that Grace has passed on to whatever waits on the other side of the Veil.
To Krystyn and her family, as well as Grace's other children and grandchildren; we outsiders could not know the depth of your grief, but still, we mourn with you. The condolences we offer are heartfelt ones. The world is a little dimmer for the loss of Grace. Please know that you have our sympathy and our thoughts and prayers in your time of loss.
Krystyn, thank you for sharing your Grandmother with us. Each of your friends are better off for having known her. I don't think that your Grandmother ever pursued immortality or celebrity but by sharing your love and respect for her with us you made sure that she had a little taste of each. We will miss her.















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