Henry Murata Obituary

My grandfather would take me fishing, hunting, painting, and around. I. often would return home with lumps, bumps, and even stitches but also a smile.

we would fish on the different military bases next to strange signs prohibited no trespassing because grandpa said that´s where is the best fish. We would hunt on molokai, lanai, kauai, and big island flying on these cool planes where they ask you how much you weigh so they can balance the plane.

Grandpa never needed a bird dog, he had me. He didn´t need an assistant I was child labor before they even coined the term. Covered in paint, I would return home to the happy screams of my grandmother and something about he missed school today.

we go crabbing in Pearl Harbor and cook and eat them on the shore out on places with mangroves because going home with crabs might bring funny people with badges.

everyone liked him we run around with the neighborhood kids and set up booby traps in the forests and go to junk yards. I think he was growing some green plant to smoke (that´s a joke I think when you small it´s all so big and strange).

he taught me slingshots, shotguns, fishing and diving.

my grandfather loved me so much and was so happy all the time. He drank budweiser and smoked everyday and outlived everyone who didn´t.

It´s so weird that he died as I feel him around me and remember. he was 95 going on 96 and ready.

The last time we talked he said, i was so big and he met Jasmine and smiled at his great grand daughter.

I wish we could have talked more but it was hard to communicate in the latter part of his life.

If life is measured in lives touched and people you made smile, my grandfather lived a tremendous life. I am a mothers son-my mom is basically my personality andI am sure my grandfather was also part of her

As I look at my daughter, and her mini me interactions, I realize my grandfather lives on in the children.