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#南無戰鬥陀螺

This will be the last of my posts about my father, Fukujuro, for the time being. They were nothing particularly special, just some memories of a father and son from a poor cab driver's family. The buddhist priest of the Jōdo sect who came to read a sutra gave us a talk after reciting the Nembutsu. The content of the talk was about luck and fate. Through reincarnation, the process by which a living being is reborn many times—not only as human beings but also as other creatures including animals—at this moment we are living our given lives as human beings. He explained that the idea that we should not leave this as a mere coincidental "luck" of the moment but must find the meaning of our time in life by respecting our relationships with other people constitutes the concept of “en,” or a fated relationship. I was grateful for the wisdom of the doctrine, which frees us from the all-consuming sorrow of loss caused by death through such abstract concepts. In Japan, when a person dies, they are customarily cremated. After being cremated for about an hour in the chamber, the white bones come out in pieces, which are then collected, put in an urn, and placed in a tomb. But before that final step, there is a period of 49 days during which we welcome the cremated remains into our homes and pray for the dead. We are going through that period at the moment. I would like to put my palms together in a prayer for my father once again, in gratitude for the reincarnation and all the fated relationships during the time he has lived. Namu Amida Buddha. 南無阿弥陀仏 🙏 translation: @tabi_the_fat