Michigan Grandpa’s Memorial

Michigan grandpa passed away peacefully just after 8pm ET on Thursday, October 7th, 2021. Aunt Jen and I were able to get to the hospital a few hours before he passed. He was surround by good friends and passed away just after they left the hospital.

These are the words I shared at his memorial:

Our father and husband, Hak Inn Rhee, was born on December 28, 1935 in Kwangju, Korea. His father died when he was only 3 years old, and thus he and his younger brother were raised by a strong, single mother.

He attended Korea University and served in the Korean Army before coming to the United States in 1961 to continue his education. He first arrived in Chicago, his US hometown, where he took classes and worked in the library at the University of Chicago. While I knew he studied political science later in his academic career, it wasn’t until recently he told me he was studying library science there. He was primarily trying to learn English.

He didn’t realize how expensive private education was and worked summers in steel mills to pay for his tuition and living expenses. Seeking a more affordable master’s program, he moved to Michigan to complete his masters at Eastern Michigan University. Perhaps his greatest accomplishment came early, when he convinced my mother to leave her relatively comfortable life in Korea in 1965 and join him in the US. Perhaps his second greatest accomplishment was convincing her to stay. They were married the following year and remained so for the next 55 years, through better and worse, and in sickness and in health.


Jen (then Jenny) was born later that year in Ypsilanti. After completing his masters at Eastern, the three of them moved to Detroit where my dad enrolled at Wayne State to pursue his PhD, studying Political Science. He started working part-time at Silver’s, a family-owned office supply business in Highland Park, to support the family. He told me the only job he could get with a PhD in Poly Sci was a professor. My mom told me he said he was doing well at Silver’s and could just work there full time and make a life. He did just that after about 2 years. I was born in Detroit in 1970 and in 1973, the family moved to West Bloomfield, where Dad lived in the same home for the remainder of his life.

In the early 80s, I remember him coming home and proudly showing me his business card, which had “Vice President” printed on it. I was too young to really understand what it meant, but it marked the ascent of an immigrant green card holder who started out on the stock floor and ended up running their commercial operations. This business, however, was run by a father and son, which ultimately left no where else for my father to rise to secure his family’s future. Dad told me the owner’s son, who I understood loved my dad, cried when my dad resigned.

Thus, in the mid-80s, seeking more for his family, Dad set out on his own and started a retail and commercial office supply store in Farmington Hills. Jen and I worked there after school, on weekends, and during summers. The business was called “JR & Company.” To this day, it’s still not clear if it was named after Jennifer or Jason Rhee, but Jen often reminds me that my initials are JJR, which is a fair point (Jen has no legal middle name).

As I was informing friends of Dad’s passing, almost all of them reminded me that they had worked for my dad at the store at some point or another. One cried, not just for my loss, but for theirs. A few years ago at my high school reunion, a friend with whom I was not close asked me how my dad was doing, which surprised me because I didn’t know how he would know him. He told me he was in a job program at school and my dad hired him through it. I have a pretty good memory and him working there escapes me because it was completely independent of me. He said my dad was awesome and that he was thankful for the job. In college, a van-load of fraternity brothers helped move my dad’s store to a new location. He took us all out for dinner afterwards. One of them reached out to me this week and recalled helping that day. I’m so glad so many friends got to know him as more than just my dad. Through his work, Dad probably touched a lot more people than we realized.


Outside of work, Dad had a lot of different passions and interests, which he was never shy to express with his friends and family.

His primary passion was for politics, and in particular, human rights in his home country of Korea. He got this from his mother, who was a formidable human rights activist in Korea. He valued fairness and equality, and always rooted for the underdog, whether in sports or in life.

In addition to his human rights campaigning in Korea from afar, he was also passionate about the Korean-American community in Detroit and was involved in many different ways. He was a board member of Sae Jong Society of Metro Detroit. Later, he volunteered at the Korean Cultural Center in Detroit. More recently, he volunteered as a translator for non-English-speaking Koreans dealing with immigration or legal issues. His dedication inspired me in my own service to Sae Jong Camp, which is now loved by Lucas and Olivia, too.

He was always up on current events, being very well read and informed. He could pass any amount of time, reading the paper, a magazine or a book. More recently, he spent a lot of time on his computer, reading news about Korea and getting spammed by way too many progressive causes.

I mentioned sports before and Dad loved many of them, including football, basketball and baseball. He rooted for the Bears and the White Sox, his hometown Chicago teams. He also rooted for U of M, which is consistent with his affinity for underdogs.

Dad also enjoyed golf and poker with his friends. Though he wasn’t very boastful ever, except about his own intelligence and cleverness (Sorry, Olivia and Lucas, it’s genetic), I do recall him flashing me wads of cash winnings from the prior night’s game. Ultimately what he loved about these activities the most was his time with his friends.


He had many friends and kept in touch with college and even middle school friends here in Michigan. As one of the earliest Korean-American settlers in the Detroit area, he met most of his friends here.

Spencer left me a beautiful message the other day and reminded me what a good friend Dad was to his dad. The truth is they were good friends to each other and I’m glad they will be laid to rest next to each other as they had planned.

Because Dad’s family was so small and that his younger brother preceeded him in death by many years, his friends were his family. As long as I can remember, our holidays were shared with the Yoons, Parks and Nams, and later also included Dr. Rhee and our beloved Mia.

We shared a beautiful moment together at the hospital where the Nams, Parks and Dr. Choi and Dr. Choo came to his bedside together with us. Dad passed away peacefully just about 20 minutes after they left and only a few hours after Jen and I got to the hospital. He held out just long enough to see those closest to him and didn’t linger long.


As for our times together, as father and son, I used to wonder how he knew how to be a dad when he didn’t grow up with one himself. I have fond memories of him doing dad things with me. I remember the first time we went fishing together at Orchard Lake one day after work. I caught a sunfish and we put it in a fishing pail, which is still in our garage at home (the pail, not the fish). I played little league when I was younger and he would often play catch with me after work and come to my games.

It wasn’t lost on me how markedly different Dad was from most other Korean fathers I knew. His English was excellent and he spoke it to me exclusively my whole life. He also swore a fair amount. He was pretty funny, again relative to most dads. He liked to joke and tease, the latter not always being fun or funny. Once, when we were swimming in the ocean in Japan, he thought it was funny to throw jellyfish on me, and I had all these sting marks on my body. Funny, but not that funny.

He also had a warped sense of fun when it came to his grandchildren, where his teasing often ended in their tears. I would see him dangling their beloved loveys just out reach, shaking my head. They probably don’t remember that, but the trauma may have seeded their more recent annoyance with “Michigan Grandpa”, with his constant questions and re-telling of the same stories. His sweet spot with them was when they were babies and toddlers. He was great at strollering them around town, taking them to the park, and driving them to and from school.

He didn’t discipline me like other dads. I don’t really remember being spanked, except for a couple instances. Most of the time he just talked to me. When I did something really wrong, he just told me he was disappointed, and that was enough for me to learn from those mistakes.

It was also easy for him to tell me when he was proud of me. After speaking to so many of you yesterday, sounds like he told you, too. I knew he was always rooting for me. Recently we purchased our first home and he told me he was happy for us and that we deserved our good fortune.

Perhaps being raised by and married to strong women, he always treated Jen and me equally. If I was the favorite child, it wasn’t because I was the son or the youngest. It was probably because he and Jen were too much alike: stubborn, strong-willed, and opinionated. But, they also shared a love of all the sports I mentioned before.

He wasn’t a hero to me like some dads are to others. He was human, and made mistakes as we all do. Some of his were big ones, and for those, he also taught me indirectly about forgiveness and grace.


In 2004, he had a heart attack and quadruple bypass. He was pretty sick at the time, so I viewed his time with us since as a gift. He was able to attend my wedding the year after. When he came to see his first grandchild, Olivia, he cried as he was leaving from his visit. I’m so glad that he was able to spend good time with Olivia and Lucas, and helped to take care of them during his extended visits to California. I know he really enjoyed being a grandparent to them and was proud of them. More recently, he enjoyed spoiling Jen’s dog Blue from the dinner table.

It’s really my mom who deserves the credit for keeping him alive all these years, particularly the last few when his health issues started piling up. Mom, thank you for taking care of him for us. Almost every time I spoke to him, he told me how much he hated dialysis, which is understandable. When I talked to him after his last couple hospitalizations, he would pick up the phone and exclaim, “I’m alive!” and he told me, “As long as I’m alive, I’m going to keep fighting.” I’m glad he is now free from the fight and the struggle. May he rest in peace, knowing he made a good life, together with my mom, for his children and grandchildren.

We’ve only begun our journey without him. He will be very missed by all of us. We love you, Dad.

4th of July in Tahoe with Moons

You know things are getting back to normal when we’re in Tahoe with the Moons for 4th of July. We had intentions of setting out early on Friday morning, but didn’t quite make it. It didn’t seem to make much difference because traffic was bad.

For as many times as we’ve passed Ikeda’s on the way up, Grace has never been. The kids and I stopped on our first Airstream trip, but they don’t really remember. We had a good stop for lunch and groceries.

When we’re at home, the kids spend most of their waking hours gaming with the Moon boys online. In Tahoe, it was the same, but in person. Just kidding – they spent time playing chess, ping pong and a little time outdoors, too.

Our biggest excursion was tubing down the Truckee river. We have done it in the past with rafting operators, but Mike had the gear for DIY tubing thanks to a pickup from Clara and Grace at the end. Speaking of pickups, Mike’s Ohio roots are starting to show with his new Ram truck! Grace has been informed that we’re getting a Raptor so we can duel.

My tube started to deflate on the first leg, which was exciting. I also spent the first leg of the trip Googling “Is the iPhone 11 waterproof?,” but I never had enough signal. It turns out it is! The kids worked well together to keep us out of danger. We ran into a couple friends on the river, which was a pleasant surprise.

Saturday evening, we couldn’t convince Clara and Grace to head to the barn to see Wonder Bread 5, but Mike and I wouldn’t miss it. Sunday was pretty chill as we celebrated America’s birthday. Olivia caught a fish (they’re not smart this early in the season).

We were able to squeeze in a little Thando baseball after dinner before getting in the car to return home. We were talking in the car about how we never really make it a point to see fireworks on the 4th and we’re often driving back from festivities at that time. This time, we saw ALL the fireworks on the way home, which really didn’t end as we arrived before midnight.

Thanks to the Moons for hosting us again in Tahoe. It’s always beautiful and relaxing. The kids (and adults) have been having fun together since birth and I hope they never outgrow their special friendship.

Mother’s Day in SF with the Moons

Last year, the pandemic interrupted our tradition of spending Mother’s Day with the Moons. This year, with things getting back to normal, we met in San Francisco for brunch at Barcha. The weather was perfect for dining outdoors and the food was excellent.

It was determined that Beard Papa was too far, but we decided to check out a beautiful urban park on top of the new Transbay Terminal – thanks, Salesforce! Grace and Mike are both getting into plants and trees, so they were geeking out on everything along the loop. The kids explored and caught up and a couple hours flew by.

We grabbed one last drink on Market Street before bidding farewell. Hopefully we’ll be seeing more of them and everyone we love more this summer and beyond.

It was a wonderful family excursion to celebrate Clara and Grace. Cheers to these great moms and also to keeping traditions alive.

Long Weekend at Carneros Resort in Napa

A month or so ago, Albert was telling me that we were going to Carneros Resort together in March. I guess I’m always the last to know. It is one of my favorite places in Northern California and I think I did say that I would love to visit more often. Going there is the vacation equivalent of camping in your backyard, if your backyard was the most beautiful backyard ever. Also, it’s ski season. WTH?

The Lees had to come up a day later than planned, but this was a third night free type of situation, so we enjoyed our free third night anyway. Friday was supposed to be work and school, but somehow the kids got out of school and I didn’t get out of work. It was fine.

We haven’t seen the Moons since right before the pandemic when we were at their place for ski week. They braved the drive and us crazy pre-spring-breakers to come hang out for the afternoon and dinner. Our kids have been hanging out a lot online, but there’s nothing like spending time IRL. It was so nice to see everyone.

Because Carneros is also one of my favorite places to take pictures, I decided it was a good reason to end my Leica experiment and go all in on a new (used) SL2-S. They were making me go, after all. I won’t go into it much except to say it is low-light sorcery and I could not love shooting it more, even after just a few days.

It is technically winter, but the kids didn’t care and went swimming anyway. Despite having their own pool, the Lee kids think this was their first time swimming since we were last here in July. Thankfully they’ve outgrown the kiddie pool because Albert and I are convinced it is 80% full of pee. Also, it isn’t a real Rhee+Lee vacation unless a Lee kid shows up with a cast.

Saturday night dipped down into snow temperatures, which made it too cold to eat outside. We ordered in instead, which was just fine. The kids roasted fancy marshmallows on a Duraflame. It was weird.

Sunday was daylight savings and half our crew slept in right until brunch. We had one last meal before saying our goodbyes and heading home. Olivia said she wanted to get home to do homework, but I hear her cackling with her friends online playing games.

It was a short but welcome getaway. If we don’t come up with a plan A, we’ll be back there for Memorial Day weekend. I won’t say no.

2021 Ski Week in Park City, UT

Not seeing family and friends and limited travel were probably the toughest parts of the past year. Our RV trip last summer was just what we needed at the time. We still weren’t ready to board a plane, so ski week was limited to destinations within driving distance. We stopped in Park City on the way to Yellowstone and it was very manageable, even though we did it in two stretches. Tahoe seemed too close and Colorado seemed too far, so Park City it was.

Normally, we pack the morning of or departure, but we planned to leave around 6am, so the car and skis were packed and ready to go the night before. Luna didn’t knew what was happening and didn’t want us to leave. It really wasn’t too bad and I didn’t hear one complaint during the 13-hour ride. The kids also experienced their first KFC, which received a thumbs up (though not Chick-Fil-A level).

Ann and Jeremy’s kids also had the week off, so they invited us to stay with them at their new home in Utah. We weren’t their first guests, but there are so many rooms, we got to choose one that hadn’t yet been occupied. We skied our first day at Canyons/Park City and then two days at Deer Valley, which is their home mountain.

Jea and Eddie also came out for the week, so we all met up for dinner, as we had last year for Olivia’s Birthday in Beaver Creek. We also enjoyed some great dinners at home.  The kids ventured out to sled in their back yard, which is a golf course in the summer. We’ll have to go back to check that out.

Emma and her friend, Natalie, joined the party at the same time we moved over to a hotel in town mid-week. We skied Park City and Canyons the rest of the week. We celebrated Natalie’s birthday at 350 Main, which was quiet and very manageable. The next night, we went to Tekila, which was a little closer to Señor Frog’s during spring break. Grace was double-masked.

The rest of the family voted to leave on Saturday to have a full day at home on Sunday. Friday was our last day of skiing. We were able to say a quick hello to Teresa and the twins. Unfortunately, we never connected with Ulrik, who kindly texted me every morning to search for powder without the kids (it snowed over 3 feet while we were there). We had one last dinner with Ann, Jeremy, Emme and Elsen before packing up and heading out at 7am the next morning.

The weather was a little clearer on the way home. We stopped for a late lunch in Truckee before getting stuck in Sacramento traffic. 14 hours later we arrived home to Luna, who missed us, but was kept company (and alive) by Romana.

Honestly, skiing during COVID-19 wasn’t too bad. Everyone wears masks. We tested before and after the trip and thankfully we were negative. Looking forward to getting a few more days in this season and hopefully things will be more back to normal next winter.

Lastly, after 170,000 photos, Olivia and Lucas are starting to tire of taking pictures. They are now inclined to oblige me by swapping smiles. I’ll take what I can get.

Olivia’s 14th Birthday

Like most of us who have had to celebrate our birthdays during the pandemic, Olivia took it in stride and actually enjoyed being at home and relaxing. Usually we’re traveling, or worse, en route on her birthday.

She hasn’t been out of the house in days, so we took a quick trip downtown for Salt & Straw. We celebrated with our pandemic pod family, the Lees, for dinner. Olivia, being very patient, didn’t open any gifts until almost 10pm. She’s very appreciative of all of her thoughtful family and friends.

Happy Birthday, Olivia! We couldn’t love you and your kind spirit more.

Lucas’s 12th Birthday

Lucas turned 12 today. All-in-all, he’s taken COVID-19 in stride and his birthday is no different. We celebrated with our pod-mates, the Lees, at All Spice in San Mateo. I had no idea they served brunch, but it was one of the tastiest meals we’ve had in the area, pandemic or otherwise.

He only had a couple things on his wish list, and I got both of them 2nd-hand (vintage?). He received thoughtful cards and gifts from his grandparents, family, and au pair. It was all low key.

He still seems more little boy than pre-teen, which is perfectly fine with me. Even though it was his birthday, I got a hug, which was a great gift. I’m thankful for all the time we spend together.

Happy 12th Birthday, Lucas! We all love you very much.

Halloween 2020 with the Lees and Wangs

Halloween is a big deal in our neighborhood. I wasn’t sure what people were going to do, but our block preempted the uncertainty and had an early parade with the kids and people put out candy on the driveways for socially distant trick or treating.

The Lees and Wangs came over for dinner. We hang out with the Lees and the Lees hang out with the Wangs. Plus, Olivia sees Ella seemingly every day outside of school. We’re basically in the same pod. It was great to get everyone together after a long 9 months.

We celebrated Nina’s, Ellie’s, and Lucas’s birthdays together with cupcakes. Honestly, everyone (the adults) thought this was a lot more manageable way to spend Halloween. Hope everyone had a good and safe one.

Ben’s 50th Birthday

Dora planned a drop-in, socially distant birthday party for Ben’s 50th. Out of an abundance of caution, it was postponed indefinitely. Euni led the charge to crash their backyard anyway.

Happy Birthday, Ben!