My dad's hands were always rough with callouses from the long, hard days on our family strawberry farm in Oxnard, Calif. As a child, nothing made me feel more secure, more loved than feeling my small hand enveloped in his. He had a way of joking with those around him, even strangers, touching everyone with his optimism, his joy, his compassion. I never heard him say a negative thing about anyone or any situation, even though I know that his life as a farmer was tough. He took everything in stride and knew that dawn would bring a new day, a new chance for everything to work out just fine. Although he was a very respected farmer in the community, his proudest achievement was his family: his wife of 53 years, four kids and 12 grandchildren. From him, we learned the importance of loving your spouse, revering your children and being a good person. In this photo, he holds the hand of my daughter, Dad's youngest grandchild. When she is old enough, I will explain to her just how special it was to hold her Ji-chan's hand.
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