The passing of my son

It is with great sadness that I write to inform you, my extended family and friends around the world, that my son, Grayson Kai, tragically passed away on July 4th, 2020.  Grayson was the smartest young man I've ever known! He was loving, compassionate and caring, accepting and understanding, and willing to help anyone with anything.  An inquisitive student who excelled in his studies, Grayson also had many passions and hobbies.  He was a life-long computer programmer dedicated to robotics and was highly tech-savvy.  He was an avid and creative photographer.  He was a lover of history and antiquities and had a nice collection of antiques and old cameras. He held three citizenships, three passports, and always had currencies from multiple countries. I always called him James Bond because of that.   Grayson was born in Nelson British Columbia on April 18th, early in the morning under the northern lights, in a small swimming pool in our living room.  As his mom is Japanese and American and I American, he's the only guy I know who pulled off three citizenship legally, unlike all the movies we have seen. He spoke and wrote Japanese fluently and had a powerful command of the history and culture of Japan and visited almost every corner of that country. He traveled the world extensively, and had the most bizarre stories to tell about his epic adventures. He made me a father in this universe 18 years ago, and I couldn't be prouder of everything he accomplished and of the type of person and man he became.  He spent much of the last year living with me and his sisters, Yemaya and Aitreya. I was teaching him how to play guitar, and he was a very fast learner. His Brazilian jujitsu and kung fu were terrifying when he wanted to spar. He was 6 feet tall, crazy strong, and crazy handsome.  We all enjoyed fishing, kayaking, rock climbing, and practicing archery together.  We hiked and camped all over Nova Scotia, as we have with his sisters for over a decade.  We talked philosophy, quantum physics, consciousness, and everything in the known universe and more. Thankfully, he was a great listener and would let me gab owith endless diatribes. And without a doubt, he was perhaps the funniest person I have ever met, and he himself would have long spontaneous diatribes and streams of consciousness, crazy witty and sarcastic, often with a perfect British or Australian or Chinese or Japanese or Latin accent, having everyone bent over in laughter. He could just pull it out of the ether, like a freestyle rapper. It was beyond amazing and he had truly well- rounded intelligence and spirit.  Thank you for any support you may be able to offer to help us at this time of sorrow. You can also support me by calling or texting me  or a thought and a prayer or by email.