|Posted by MedsArt on April 3, 2010 at 2:35 PM|
Call me Aki please, he would often say to me during the many conversations we had together, or in the company of others. This I must admit I found difficult to do. Not because I did not consider him as a friend, but mostly due to the respect I held for him both on and off the mat. He thoroughly enjoyed his visits to Cumbria and the Borders and seemed relaxed and at ease in our company. I remember standing with him outside a fish and chip shop in Brampton waiting patiently for our turn in the long queue which always appeared on a Friday night. He carried his fish supper triumphantly into our dojo canteen to the amazement of many nervous judoka, who were meeting him for the first time at the beginning of one of the many FPJ courses he ran in our area. Although a highly respected Kodokan 8th Dan he had a great sense of humour which always shone through when in his company. Like many people in our area I lament the passing of a friend who’s like I will never see again. It was a privilege to have known him, and I am left with many fond memories of the man who wished to be called Aki.
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