父の几帳面さときたら、家族の間では半ば伝説になっている。My father's meticulousness has become something of a legend in our family.家計簿は結婚以来一日も欠かさずつけていたし、庭の草花の開花日まで手帳に記録していた。He kept the household accounts without missing a single day since his marriage, and even noted down in his diary the dates the garden flowers bloomed.車の燃費に至っては、給油のたびに小数点以下二桁まで計算し、グラフにしていた。As for the car's fuel consumption, he calculated it to two decimal places every time he filled up and plotted it on a graph.
その父が亡くなって一年、実家を片付けるために、兄と私は久しぶりに顔を揃えた。A year after he died, my brother and I got together for the first time in ages to clear out the family home.遺品整理の業者に頼む話も出たが、結局、自分たちの手でやることにしたのだ。We had talked about hiring a clearance firm, but in the end decided to do it with our own hands.押し入れの段ボール箱からは、案の定、大量のノートが出てきた。Sure enough, cardboard boxes in the cupboard turned up a huge number of notebooks.「全部取っておくのか、これ。」"Are we keeping all of this?"兄はうんざりした顔で、一冊をぱらぱらとめくった。My brother flicked through one with a weary look.
家計簿、庭の記録、燃費の表。Household accounts, garden records, fuel consumption tables.どれも父らしく、細かい字でびっしり埋まっている。All of them, very much like Dad, were crammed full of tiny handwriting.処分する山に積み上げていくうちに、表紙に何も書かれていない一冊が出てきた。As we piled them onto the heap to be thrown away, one turned up with nothing written on the cover.
開いてみると、そこには日付と短い文が並んでいた。When I opened it, there were dates and short sentences lined up inside.「一九九〇年四月八日 健一、入学式。泣かず。」"8 April 1990: Ken'ichi, school entrance ceremony. Didn't cry."「一九九三年七月二日 恵子、逆上がりができたと報告あり。」"2 July 1993: Keiko reports she managed a backward roll on the bar."兄と、私の名前だった。They were my brother's name and mine.
ページをめくるごとに、兄と私の小さな出来事が記されていた。Every page recorded small events in my brother's life and mine.初めて自転車に乗れた日、兄が友達と喧嘩して帰ってきた日、私が高校の合格発表を見に行った日。The day I first rode a bike, the day my brother came home after a fight with a friend, the day I went to see my high school entrance results.私が家を出てからの記述に至っては、電話でどんな話をしたかまで書き留めてあった。As for the entries after I left home, he had even written down what we talked about on the phone.
「こんなこと、一言も言ってなかったよな。」"He never said a word about any of this, did he?"兄の声が少しかすれていた。My brother's voice was a little hoarse.父は口数の少ない人で、私たちを褒めた記憶はほとんどない。Dad was a man of few words, and I can hardly remember him ever praising us.運動会に来ても、いつも後ろのほうで腕を組んで立っているだけだった。Even when he came to sports day, he would just stand at the back with his arms folded.高校の合格を伝えたときも、父は「そうか」と言っただけで、新聞に目を戻した。Even when I told him I'd got into high school, Dad just said, "I see," and went back to his newspaper.
最後の記述は、父が入院する二日前のものだった。The last entry was from two days before he went into hospital.「恵子より電話。仕事、順調らしい。声、明るい。」"Call from Keiko. Work seems to be going well. Sounded cheerful."その日、私は仕事の愚痴をこぼすつもりで電話をかけ、結局言い出せずに当たり障りのない話をしただけだった。That day, I had rung intending to moan about work, but in the end I couldn't bring it up and just made small talk.父には、それが明るい声に聞こえていたのだ。To Dad, that had sounded like a cheerful voice.私は、ノートに落ちた涙を慌てて袖で拭った。I hurriedly wiped the tear that had fallen onto the notebook with my sleeve.
兄はノートを閉じると、処分の山から燃費の表を一冊抜き取った。My brother closed the notebook and pulled one of the fuel consumption books out of the pile to be thrown away.「これも、とっとくか。」"Shall we keep this one too?"「何に使うの。」"What for?"「さあな。でも親父のことだから、どこかに何か書いてあるかもしれない。」"Who knows. But this is Dad we're talking about. He might have written something somewhere."結局、私たちは段ボール箱をほとんどそのまま車に積んで帰った。In the end, we loaded the cardboard boxes into the car almost untouched and took them home.