To celebrate the day, I enshrined the memory of my father in a little cedar Shinto altar I bought in Kawagoe.

It’s not the ornate Buddhist butsudan that Japanese families use and I realise I’m not using it the “right way” but it looks like something Dad would have built himself; he enjoyed working with wood and miniatures. I like it and I think he would chuckle and shake his head at me if he knew what I was up to, enshrining him as Shinto kami.

Enjoy, Dad.