When I went to my grandfather’s house in summer holidays and New Year, I took a walk along the nearby riverbank. He was a quiet and observant person.
I went to China in the war in my twenties, and after the war I came to Tokyo from the countryside, had children, and built a small house in the suburbs.
Grandma died of cancer before the age of 70, and grandfather lived for about 15 years.
In his later years, he had been copying the Heart Sutra. I now think that it was quite Buddhist emotionally.