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Prayer Journal: Day 195

Day 195

A Reflection on the Five-Year Anniversary of my Dad’s Death

Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer. – Psalms 19:14 KJV

Today, on the five-year anniversary of my dad’s death, I am taking a moment to meditate and be quiet.

Through the resurrection of Jesus, death’s sting will be removed, but the pain we feel in our hearts from loving a loved one can linger long after the event passes.

Even though Jesus had told His disciples that he would die and be resurrected, they still grieved. Their hearts were filled with joy when they saw Him risen.

I still see my dad in my dreams frequently. In the last dream I had of him, I recall seeing him walking ahead of me, so quickly that I couldn’t catch up. I remember wanting him to slow down in the dream, but I was unable to communicate that to him. He had gone ahead of me.

In experiencing death, our loved ones have gone before us. They are at rest. They are at peace. They are no longer in pain.

There will come a time when there is no more death, tears, or sorrow. 

I look forward to that day on Jesus’ Second Coming when I will see my dad again.

It will be a joyful day.


To read Henry Akao’s obituary, please click here.

Prayer Journal: Day 177

Day 177

Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us… Hebrews 12:1 NKJV 

My dad, Henry Akao, ran eight marathons during his lifetime. I have never even attempted one. I am so easily prone to fatigue now post COVID-19 that I can’t imagine having the endurance to start running, let alone finish a race. 

Jesus is the author and finisher of our faith. He can finish our races for us when we are too weary to continue. He has strength in contrast to our weaknesses. 

When we ask Jesus for help daily, and even at every moment that we need Him, the weight that we carry on our shoulders lightens. The future seems brighter with Him at our side. Amen. 

A Tribute to My Dad on the Anniversary of His Death

Today is the three-year anniversary of the death of my dad. In life, my dad taught me many things, but in death, he continues to teach me, although he is physically no longer with us.

This year, the lesson is mindfulness. Last year, I failed to completely unplug from technology on March 14th, which disrupted the way I wished to honor my dad on the anniversary of his death and left me reeling, enraged, and struggling with unforgiveness for the rest of the year. At first I blamed others for violating such an important day to me. If they only knew what I had been through and what my family had endured after my dad suffered from Alzheimer’s for 12 years, they would not be bugging me via PM on Facebook.

Now I realize I have control over what I take into my life, and what I choose NOT to allow in.

This year, I have decided to completely unplug from technology on March 14th. My phone is in airplane mode. My Kindles are silenced. My email is set to an away message. I won’t be checking Facebook. I especially won’t be responding to private messages. My laptops are off. This very blog post is prescheduled.

Being in the present moment has always been hard for me. I often find myself worried about the future, about work, and about how others have treated me in the past. The Bible tells us not to worry. I’m still working on that.

This year mindfulness is especially important because I have my beautiful baby boy, Jacob Henry, who is 9 months old. Henry was my father’s name.

One thing that I have observed about Little Jacob Henry is that he lives in the present. If he falls and bonks his head, he cries. And then he gets over it.

He eats mindfully. Every new food and texture is an opportunity to learn and explore. He nurses. He clicks his tongue and smacks his lips when he’s done.

He naps. He plays. He drools. He crawls. He giggles. He sighs deeply when he’s bored.

The similarities between babies and the elderly before they part this earth are notable. Jacob Henry wears diapers. So did my dad before he died. Jacob Henry eats mushy foods. So did my dad. Jacob Henry is almost completely reliant on me and my husband as his caregivers. So it was with my dad and my mom, who was an amazing caregiver to him. My dad was a man of few words, but when he spoke it counted. So it is with Jacob Henry. Jacob occasionally says “mama and dada.”

In Jacob Henry is a little bit of my dad, Henry. I wouldn’t have it any other way. They never got to meet each other in life, but they sure are alike.

Today I’ve set the intention to do one thing: breathe. Breath is a gift from God. Now that I have seen my dad take his last breath and have also seen my son take his first breath, the breath has even more significance to me.

Henry Akao and Gina
Jacob Henry Decker, 9 months old, and Gina Decker

The 2016 Walk to End Alzheimer’s!

Henry Akao at Walk to End Alzheimer'sPlease join us in supporting the 2016 Walk to End Alzheimer’s! My mom, our good friend Sohei, and I will be walking this Saturday, September 24th, in honor of my dad, Henry Akao, who passed away this March after a 12-year battle with Alzheimer’s.

Even if you can’t join us in person, please support the cause! Even a dollar helps us get one step closer to a cure for this terrible disease.

Much love,


P.S. Click here to read a poem I wrote about my dad while he was working in Elk Grove, CA in 2004.

**In order to take part in the walk this Saturday, you will need to register as a participant with the Walk to End Alzheimer’s.**

There are two ways to do this:


–          Go to

–          Click the “Register” button and follow the prompts

–          There is also a button to join a “Team”.  Good Shepherd is supporting the “A Team” (team leader Rita Akao).  Visit to join or donate to the A Team.

In Person

You can also register in person the day of the walk.  Registration opens at 8:00 am at the Sparks Marina.

Instructions for Saturday’s Walk:


Sparks Marina

300 Howard Drive

Sparks, NV  89434


Registration opens at 8:00 am

Ceremony at 9:00 am

Walk at 9:30 am

Route Length:  2 miles

Meeting Spot

There is a playground near the parking lot of the Sparks Marina.  Let’s meet there as a group at 9:15 am.

A Eulogy for My Dad


This is the first Easter Sunday my family will celebrate without my dad. He passed away on 3/14/16 after a long battle with Alzheimer’s. Here is the link to his obituary. For those who couldn’t make it to his celebration of life, I am sharing the eulogy I wrote for him and the recording of the funeral. We will never forget him.

Eulogy for Henry Akao

By Gina Decker

Thank you for being here to celebrate the life of Henry Akao. Henry was a kind, gentle, quiet, intelligent man. He worked hard and cared deeply for his family. We would like to share with you some stories from his life, a life well lived.

Henry met his wife, Rita, at a “parents without partners” dance on a cold January night in Dearborn, Michigan. Rita and her friend, Joan, braved an icy drive down Plymouth Road so they could attend the dance.  When they arrived, Rita set her eyes on Henry for the first time. He was wearing a three-piece suit he had picked up that morning. She stood next to him until he asked her to dance.

On their first date, Henry took Rita to the Detroit Institute of Art, where he bought her a membership. Afterward they decided to eat dinner at a sushi restaurant. The waiter took one look at Rita (an Italian woman on a date with a Japanese man), and said, “No steak; just sushi.”

Henry and Rita later married and had Amy and Gina, girls 21 months apart. Henry worked all his life as a structural engineer to support his family, allowing Rita to be a stay-at-home mom, which is definitely a full-time job. Every day Henry would come home from work, the girls would run to the door, call out “Daddy!” and give him a kiss on the cheek. His sister, Ruth, overheard this ritual while she was on the phone once and commented, “Who is it? Did the king come home?”

Henry loved taking the family on trips to San Francisco, an area he knew well from his days studying Engineering at U.C. Berkeley. Henry and Amy would go to the Science Museum while Gina and Rita would head to the DeYoung Museum of Art. Usually, by mid-day the family would rendezvous at the planetarium. The family savored dinners in San Francisco at their favorite Chinese restaurants and Gira Polo, their favorite Italian restaurant. Henry would drop the family off at the restaurant, park his Honda on a steep San Francisco hill, and jog his way back so the family wouldn’t have to hike.

During his life Henry ran eight marathons and several Bay-to-Breakers races. Once he even ran through a hurricane in Michigan. It was sometimes difficult to find Henry after his marathons, even if the family planned ahead to meet him under the bleachers marked “A” in Golden Gate Park, where one year they listened to Ray Charles and the “Uh-Huh” girls sing about Pepsi Cola. Henry owned countless pairs of running shoes and would jog to work while he was training for his races. His boss once commented, “You’d think he’d be too tired to work once he got there,” but he never was, and he never complained about the long hours engineers often work to make their deadlines. He was always willing to help the girls with math homework, and even if they couldn’t understand how he got to the answer, it would always be the right answer.

Henry’s eldest, James, took after his father and graduated from U.C. Berkeley with a Ph.D. in Math. Henry, Rita, Amy, and Gina would often visit James in Berkeley, where they’d crash on the couches in the living room of the rental home James shared with his roommates. One of his roommates, Dan, would bicycle around campus and honk the horn on his bike as he wheeled it past the sleeping visitors.

Henry valued education. He would say to his daughters, “Study hard, get an ‘A’, become an astronaut.” Gina followed his advice and graduated at the top of her class in high school. At Gina’s high school graduation, Henry enjoyed spending time with his grandson, Davis, and his daughter, Mitsu. Even at a young age, Davis was bright. During a family trip, Davis could name all the makes of the cars he passed by, such as Chrysler, Ford, and Honda.

Henry was devoted to his family. On Valentine’s Day he would bring three roses: one each for Rita, Amy, and Gina. He would pick up chocolates from Ethel M or Hershey’s bars to bring home to the girls. When they needed cars he provided Hondas. He taught his girls how to drive a stick shift on the back roads of Reno. He paid for their college educations unless scholarships covered the costs.

Part of Henry’s dedication to higher education came from his upbringing. He grew up on an apricot ranch that his father managed in Winters, CA. During World War II, Japanese-Americans were sent to internment camps, and Henry and all of his siblings (Ruth, Nancy, James Isamu, and David) were separated from their father, Henry Hiroshi Akao, because the government sent the father to a different state than where the rest of the family was allowed to go. Henry and his siblings were given wood to make their beds. Because he was so young, Henry later recounted that he thought the internment camps were summer camps, because all of his cousins were there. Once the family was allowed to go home and the war was over, Henry studied hard so he could be admitted to U.C. Berkely. He later obtained his Master of Science in Engineering at the University of Washington.

He worked in many states: first in Michigan, where his children, James and Mitsu were raised, and later in Citrus Heights, where Amy and Gina went to elementary school, and then in Reno. For a few years Henry commuted to Elk Grove, where he lived with his colleague, Francis, while he took a position in West Sacramento. Rita would commute weekends to visit Henry during that time; they would take walks in the evenings by the lake and watch the mud hens. She later said that she wanted to be like the mud hens, who would ride the waves even during storms. A job at Miyamoto International, an engineering firm that specialized in earthquake safety, brought Henry back to Reno, where he later retired.

Henry continued to take engineering consulting jobs after he retired. Blueprints and engineering books collected dust in the garage. He and Rita would visit the World of Concrete conventions in Las Vegas in order for Henry to maintain his professional development credentials for his engineering license. When Henry began displaying the stages of early-onset Alzheimer’s, Rita hid Henry’s engineering stamps so he would not be tempted to work, even if he would have liked to.

On September 25, 2015 at Gina and Steve Decker’s wedding, Henry was delighted to meet his new grandson, Michael Henri Akao, adopted by James Akao and Margaret Samyn.

As his Alzheimer’s disease progressed, Henry slowly lost motor skills, but he never forgot his family. Walking, showering, and going to the bathroom became difficult as the cruel, reverse childhood of the incurable disease set in. For 12 years Rita worked around the clock to ensure that Henry got the utmost care. Toward the end she made sure the hospice workers and caretakers would watch over Henry to make him comfortable during his last weeks.

On March 14, 2016, Henry passed away at 2:44 AM. He was with his beloved wife, Rita, and his youngest daughter, Gina and a caretaker, when he took his last breath in the home he worked hard all his life to provide for his family. As the final breaths approached, the pauses between breaths became longer and longer, long enough to recite the compassion mantra silently:

May you be safe, and protected.

May you be free from suffering, and the causes of suffering.

May you live a life of kindness and ease.

Henry was not in pain when he died, and he did not suffer when he took his last God-given breath.

Before Henry died, a chaplain from Circle of Life Hospice anointed his head with oil and recited Psalm 23:

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.




Join Me in Supporting the 2014 Walk to End Alzheimer’s!

Hi everyone,

Please join me in supporting the 2014 Walk to End Alzheimer’s! My 77-year-old dad suffers from early-onset Alzheimer’s.  This Saturday, September 27th, at 8 a.m., my friends and family will be walking for the cure at the Sparks Marina.

If you are not able to walk with us, feel free to donate and sponsor us along this journey.

Click here to view the page for the A team.


Henry Akao

Alzheimer’s doesn’t have a cure…yet. Every dollar you donate goes towards research to find a way to combat this incredibly sad disease that has slowly taken away a part of my father’s identity.

First it started with noticing more “senior moments” from Dad. Then came the neurologist visits and the brain scan that showed actual damage. In his day, my dad was a structural engineer. I attended an engineering college fair today and thought of him and the engineering seals he used to use that are now collecting dust in the garage alongside the blueprints we kept.

As the disease progressed, we noticed more changes. It was no longer advisable for him to drive, so now I drive the 98 Honda Accord he used to love to zip to work and back, all those long hours, day after day. Engineers take deadlines very seriously, and I think I inherited Dad’s Japanese work ethic.

Two years ago Dad landed in the ER with a severe cold, and that illness escalated into something the doctors couldn’t identify. He ended up in the ICU, under medications that made him agitated and addled to the point that we couldn’t understand what he was saying. My mom, sister, and I took turns sitting at his bedside. Unfortunately unfamiliar environments such as hospitals aggravated my dad’s Alzheimer’s and he was so restless that he had to be restrained. It was heartbreaking to have him ask us over an over to be untied, but all we could say was that we couldn’t because we didn’t want him to fall getting out of bed. Luckily, he remembers nothing from that ordeal. After some time in a nursing home to do physical therapy to regain his strength and steadiness, by some miracle Dad pulled through. Today, under my mom’s loving care taking, Dad is walking taller and stronger than ever.

In fact, he walks so well that last year, at the Walk to End Alzheimer’s he mistook the event for one of the marathons he used to run when my sister and I were little. He actually started jogging. Before I could get the words, “Dad, slow down,” out of my mouth, he fell forward. When a 2-year-old child falls in front of you, that’s one thing, but when a 77-year-old man falls, the consequences can be far worse. The paramedics examined him and thankfully he came away with a few scrapes and bruises.

Each year, at the walk, pinwheel flowers are handed out to the walkers. Each pinwheel color represents a different circumstance. Although there’s a color for “I suffer from Alzheimer’s,” Dad chose the color for “I support the cause.” Indeed he does. My dad always took good care of me, and so today, the least I can do is support the Walk to End Alzheimer’s!

I invite you to join the A team and support the cause with us!

With great appreciation,

Gina Akao

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