Eulogy from John's Service

The following is the eulogy given by John's college roommate, Geary Chun.

Childhood:
John was born in Los Angeles on December 29, 1962. He was the youngest of 3 children born to Haruso (or Harpy as he was known to his friends) and Gladys Komaru. John had two older sisters: Karrie and Leslie Komaru. Their family was always close and enjoyed many activities together. Karrie and Leslie remember taking family vacations every summer which included road trips to Las Vegas, San Mateo and Denver.

John was a collector and hobbyist from a young age. He loved collecting comic books and would seek out the rarest ones he could find. He had 3 or 4 aquariums filled with fish of all kinds and an endless number of pets including dogs, cats, turtles, mice and even a salamander.

John learned to love sports from his dad. They would often spend their weekends together watching football, basketball and baseball games. And they, along with sister Leslie, frequently attended USC football games, as it was their dad’s alma mater.
In High School, John was a member of the football team and his family would regularly attend his Saturday games. During that time, John also began his punk rocker phase and turned Leslie into a lover of the music too. Together they would head to Melrose Avenue where they could find their favorite music albums along with the clothes and culture of the punk rock era.
After graduating from Loyola High School in 1981, John attended El Camino City College. It gave him time to pursue his many passions and to hang out with his two best friends from high school. It also gave him time to think about the future and to decide what to do next.

Much to his family’s surprise, John decided to attend UC Berkeley instead of hometown favorite, USC. Leslie says it was the best decision he ever made.

College:
John spent the next 5 years attending Cal where he earned his Bachelor’s degree in City Planning in 1986 and his Master’s in Transportation Engineering in 1988. In those 5 years, John became a die-hard Golden Bear fan with season tickets to both football and basketball.

Professional:
In 1988, John began his career as a traffic and civil engineer. According to his friend Kevin, he really enjoyed solving traffic problems and working closely with others on his team. John has been described by his supervisors as technically one of the best they have ever worked with. He was one of the most respected professionals in his field by virtue of his professionalism, technical ability, and uncanny knack for making those around him feel good about themselves.

In 2005 John requested a job transfer and moved from Oakland to San Diego. The move brought him closer to some of his favorite fishing spots and closer to his dad whose health had been declining. On weekends, John would drive from San Diego to Los Angeles to be with his dad and to visit with his sisters. Together he and his dad would watch all of their favorite sports, just as they had always done when John was growing up.

After the death of his father, John moved back to Oakland in 2009 where he soon re-connected with his many Bay Area friends.

Personal remembrances:
My name is Geary Chun. I met John in college when we were both 20 years old. We became friends almost instantly and were roommates for 3.5 years. And although it’s been about 20 years since I moved from California to Hawaii, John and I remained close friends.

I’ve spoken and exchanged emails with several of John’s friends since we heard the terrible news. We shared some stories about the good old days and wrote down some thoughts about what made John special to us. And now I’d like to share some of them with you.

The Big Kid - Cars
When you come right down to it, John was just a big, overgrown, 47-year old kid. Forget the fancy degrees and prestigious job. John was a teddy bear on steroids. And John loved what all boys love: Cars, sports, fishing, gambling, eating, drinking and hanging out with friends. Most guys might indulge in their hobbies from time to time; maybe the occasional fishing trip; perhaps an old car to tinker with now and then. Not John.

John had more cars sitting around at his house than I think I’ve had in my entire life! According to his friend Ron, John would have had more but he’d run out of places to park them. John didn’t just sort of like cars, he was passionate about them; he loved any type of performance vehicle or 60’s era muscle car. John has owned 12 or more cars and trucks since he left college, some of these included: a Hurst Oldsmobile, a 65 Mustang, and two 65 Chevy Novas. Although John had his pick of these classic cars to drive, he always had what he called a “beater” to drive to work or just beat around in. One time his beater was stolen. It was later found with parts missing, but John still drove it using a screw driver to start the car and open the trunk.

John loved to go to car shows, auto swap meets and junkyards. His trips to the junk yards started out as a need to find cheap parts for his cars. Later it turned into a time to relax or a getaway from the daily stress of work. He was always looking for some “treasure” or special part to use on his cars; or maybe something just to keep, in case he might need it in the future. John didn’t mind getting a little greasy either. One day John and Ron were in a junkyard and had split up, each looking for treasures. John came back to Ron with a little grease and one of those “John smiles” on his face. John asked him, “Do I look Mexican”!!! Ron replied “no, well maybe just a little, why”. John’s reply was, “this guy just came up to me and started talking to me in Spanish, just like I should know what he was saying”. John said that he and the man made a few gestures at each other and then he let the man use a tool that he needed. John was always willing to help other people, even if he couldn’t understand what they were saying.

The Big Kid – Fishing
John’s love of fishing began as a boy growing up in Los Angeles. John spent many hours fishing at the Redondo Pier, hoping to catch some Bonito or some White Sea Bass.

He didn’t have much time to pursue this hobby in college but his passion for it was rekindled when he met Mark Aikawa at the Centennial Engineering firm. They became good friends and soon John was a part of Mark’s fishing fraternity. John enjoyed fishing on the San Francisco Bay and the Pacific Ocean catching Salmon, Striped Bass, Halibut and Rockfish.

Soon after, John started going Long Range fishing on the Royal Polaris out of San Diego. He was immediately hooked for life. This really started a new adventure for John. It was now about catching Yellowfin Tuna, Blue Fin Tuna, Albacore, and Yellowtail. He met many new friends while going on 5-, 8-, and even 21-day fishing trips. And many of those friends are here today. As the trips got longer and the fish he was chasing got bigger, John’s house began to resemble a fishing tackle store. But that didn’t prevent Mark, Leroy and John from making frequent trips to the “Rod Rack” in Hayward. The three of them would go there even if they didn’t need to buy anything, but just hang out with other fisherman.

John had some great expressions when he was fishing. When he didn’t get a bite or wasn’t catching any fish, his lower lip would come out and that pouty face we all know would appear. When John was getting a bite, you could see his face light up with joy. When the fishing was slow and no one was catching anything, John could be heard telling stories. One day while John was telling stories and he wasn’t paying attention to his fishing line, someone tied a pair of pliers to John’s hook. Minutes later when John was winding his line in, you should have seen the look on his face when the pliers appeared at the end of his line. Everyone was laughing, even John.

John’s fishing adventures took him to Clipperton Atoll, which is a 6-day boat ride from San Diego. There John had a chance to catch his first 200 pound Yellowfin Tuna. John hooked a big one, but unfortunately the fish broke the line and got away. Of course, John was upset, but he did manage to become a proud member of the 100-lb club by landing his first big yellowfin tuna.

He returned to San Diego without the elusive 200 pounder, but was more determined than ever to catch one the next time. That summer, Mark went on a 5-day fishing trip and caught a 135 pound Blue fin tuna and got in the club too! Mark said he knew John was happy for him, but also knew that John was a little perturbed since it only took him a 5-day trip to join the club while it had cost John thousands of dollars more. Once again, the lower lip appeared. But, not to be outdone, John caught two Yellowfin Tuna of over 200 pounds. He was in heaven for he was now in the 200-lb club.

The Big Kid - Sports
As you all know, John was a sports fanatic. He grew up as a big fan of the Angels , Cowboys, Lakers.

In college, John always played on our intramural sports teams. And at work, he was also a regular on his company’s softball team. John loved playing so much that he kept playing even when the younger guys started ribbing him about his age. When he was working in San Diego, a few years ago, he proudly told me that none of the young guys could believe how old he was. They wanted to know what year he graduated from High School and couldn’t believe he was a dinosaur from the 80’s! John did look pretty young; with his black slicked-back hair and always fashionable work clothes. But I think that they were really commenting on the excitement and joy he brought to something as simple as a softball game.

But the thing I’ll remember most about John was his passion for his Golden Bears! It didn’t matter to John if the football and basketball teams were good or bad. And when John arrived at Cal in 1983, they were pretty bad. The Cal football team had been to just one bowl game in the last 25 years. And the basketball team hadn’t been to an NCAA Tournament since 1960.
But John was the eternal optimist. He’d pour through the Cal media guides looking up info on his favorite players and the latest crop of recruits. He’d refer to them by their jersey numbers as if everyone would know exactly who he was talking about.

John sent me copies of the Cal football media guide every year until it became available for free on the internet. I think it was so he’d have someone else to rant and rave about his beloved bears with. He always talked about how this year was finally going to be Cal’s year. With John, every year was going to be “the year” for something.

Last football season, John was convinced that this time, it really was Cal’s year. They were going to the Rose Bowl. They had Heisman Trophy candidate Jahvid Best coming back for his junior year. And of course, they had Coach Tedford who had saved Cal after years of mediocrity. Tedford had paid his dues and this was finally his year. This was our year!

John emailed me to see if I might be interested in travelling with him to an Away game. You see, John was kind of hoping to go to ALL OF THE AWAY GAMES! Of course, as all Cal fans know, the wheels fell off of Cal’s Rose Bowl hopes early in the season. Cal got thrashed in their first two PAC-10 games by Oregon and USC. They lost by scores of 42-3 and 30-3.

For John, it was just a minor setback. He called me about a month ago with exciting news: “Hey Geary, this is going to be Cal’s year. USC’s on probation cuz of Reggie Bush. This will be the year! Or maybe it’ll be next year. But it better be soon! USC’s bowl ban only lasts two years”

John and I had planned to go to the Cal vs. Nevada game in Reno in September. It was the perfect combo. Sports and Gambling! To be honest, they don’t look so great this year. They might even lose the Nevada game. But John would have been rooting for them loudly, celebrating every great play and complaining about every bad call. And he’d be having the time of his life. Win or lose.

How to describe John?

John’s sports and hobbies were a big part of his life. It brought him so much joy and it was a gift that he could share with his friends. But, to me, it didn’t define who John was as a person.

I talked to several friends. None of us could easily sum up who John was but we all used the same adjectives to describe him. We might have chosen adjectives like smart and professional; or competitive and hard-working. John was all of those things and more. But the ones that first came to mind, the ones that really mattered were: playful and enthusiastic; kind and considerate; good-natured and generous.

Enthusiastic

Our friend Kelly wrote to me and she said:

- It's hard to describe John. You know how some people light up a room when they walk in? When I remember John from our college days, I think about how he was one of those people that would warm up the room when he walked in. He had a shy, understated way about him that, combined with his big smile and passionate talk about "boy hobbies", made you feel like you should maybe take a second look at car engines and fish guts.

I loved the way John described things too. Things weren’t good. They were awesome! If it were a restaurant, John would say something like “Hey Geary, I know this great place! They make this awesome [whatever it was]. I’ll take you there next time!” So the next time we’d go there. And the thing was, it really didn’t matter if it was good or just okay. It might have been a greasy Tommy Burger down in LA, which is just okay; or maybe a slice of Zachary’s deep dish pizza which actually is really awesome.

But the point is: if John said it was awesome, you believed it. How could you not when he got so excited about it?

Smiles and Laughter
Lots of friends reminisced about John's funny side. One time he and our roommate Wayne played a prank on CeCe and Ann, the neighbors below us in our apartment building. They lowered a weight over our balcony and used it to knock on the girls’ window pane while laughing loudly at their shrieks and screams. Another roommate, Paul, reminded me about the time we broke into our friends’ apartment and added food coloring to all of their food. In fact, John and Paul liked it so much that they started putting food coloring in our own food.

Wayne remembers John teasing me about my hair. He said that when I woke up in the morning it looked like the hair from one of those troll dolls that were popular in the 70’s. You know, the kind with the bushy hair that sticks out in all directions. But as you can see, that was a long, long time ago!

Of course, John was never malicious with his pranks or teasing. He’d always have a big smile on his face. Sometimes it was sly and mischievous, but it was always genuine.

Always had time for a friend
We all remembered how generous John was with his time. Our friend Carol reminded me that John had this old beat up Datsun pickup truck when we were in college. In those days, he was one of the few people we knew with a vehicle. Every week he would come by the apartments and one or two people from each apartment would climb into the back of the truck and he’d take everyone to do their grocery shopping.

John’s truck was our sole source of transportation for many years. We’d all pile in and John would drive us over to Fenton’s for ice cream; or to haul supplies for our annual Luau; or even to go down to Stanford for the Big Game. John was always willing to help. Anytime a friend was moving apartments, John was the first one there.

Over the years, John has helped me in so many ways. When I was planning to attend grad school at UCLA, John drove down to help me find my first apartment there. When I needed a better wardrobe, he’d take me shopping at Nordstoms. When I got married, he stood by me as a groomsman. And when I had kids he’d always remember to buy them little footballs or t-shirts or jerseys.

We weren’t able to get together as often as we would have liked. We weren’t great at exchanging emails and rarely spoke on the phone. But that never changed our friendship. I always knew that the next time I’d see John, we’d pick up right where we had left off.

The kind of person that you hope your kids will grow up to be like

I can’t pinpoint what it was, but there was always something about John that drew people in. You wanted to get to know him. You wanted to be his friend. And I think it’s because you just knew that you’d be a better person for having John as a part of your life. I’ve always considered John one of the finest people I’ve ever known. He was the kind of person that I hope my kids will grow up to be like someday.

John lived his life to the fullest. On the day of his passing, John had just returned from a 5-day fishing trip, still basking in the simple pleasure that it brought him. That’s the John I’ll always remember.

We will mourn John’s passing today and for many more days to come. But we should also remember to take time to celebrate his life. And we should remind ourselves how lucky we all were to have been a part of it.