One of my fondest childhood memories is of my maternal grandfather. He would let us sleep over quite often, in their large house deep in Kalihi Valley on O’ahu in Hawai’i. We were never allowed to sleep in the main house, instead we had to sleep inside a spare bedroom underneath the main house. This may sound like a cramped space, but because the house was on a steep hill, there was lots of room.
Grandpa always had an infectious laughter, which always made my two brothers and I giggle. When he put us to bed, grandpa would sit at a small table on the other side of the room to eat dried cuttlefish and drink beer. Of course, we always had a hard time falling asleep and the three of us would be laughing and talking instead of sleeping. Grandpa would turn around and scold us, but not in an unkind way, then go back to his cuttlefish and beer.
Grandpa passed away in 1998 on a United flight returning from Australia. He never met my kids, but I knew he would’ve loved them as much as he loved us.
~Peter Hirai, Royce’s dad