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This past Friday, I spent a part of the morning picking up red and white wine and beer for the Hawaiian Society of Law and Politics general membership meeting. While I was at the store, I was called for a visit and I knew I had to go. It's been a while since I visited her, but I had to. It's a shame that I had waited so long, to visit this someone who loved me unconditionally, this someone who inspired me this someone who, when I was sick she gave up her bed and took care of me. Saturday, the day after, would be her birthday. She knew I was going to be busy. So she wanted me to visit her on Friday. Before leaving the store, I picked up for her a bouquet of flowers. She welcomed me when I sat on her grass, overwhelming me with pure happiness. Reminding me, she's here for me. Letting me know everything will be alright. I miss you grandma and I love you too. Althought I'm busy, I can't help but think of you. I thank you for the sacrifices you made, and I know you're around me every day. She reminded me to call my grandpa, my uncle Kimo and Uncle Hammy too, to see how they've been. and I will grandma. A misty rain began to fall on me in Punchbowl. She thanked me for coming knowing I had things to do I could now go. "Grandma, there's a few things I want to tell you , well you already know. But I miss you, I miss kissing you on the cheek goodbye and hello and trying to comfort you at Tripler when you went for chemo." "I miss you grandma. Happy Birthday and I hope you like the flowers." I stood up and began to walk to my truck. I could hear her start to give me scoldings when I almost turned my back to her. We have an interesting understanding that while I'm on her grass and leaving, I don't turn my back to her. It's been so long since I made a visit that I almost forgot. I can walk sideways or backwards when leaving and on the grass. But until I reach the pavement, I don't walk forward. She also insists that I walk along and above the headstones so as to not disrespect the other dead, surrounding her, by walking over their bodies. Not that I was trying to hide it from her, but when I got inside my truck, she made sure to let me know that she wanted some of my ahi poke I bought at the store. "Grandma, you and I both know you can't physically eat it and you know this isn't aku. You're with God now so I'll give you a piece because the essence of this offering will be yours, the substance of this offering will stay with us. This, we know, is the right thing to do." I got out of my truck and walked back to her headstone and quickly contemplated if I should put the poke in the bronze flower vase or on the ground. She let me know that she didn't like her poke with water. I smiled, wanting to laugh. "Who does, Grandma? But there are birds and ants around and I don't want them coming near you too soon to take this away." She let me know that it'd be alright. So I placed it on the grass close to her headstone. I walked backwards, than sidewards and once I made it to the road, it was okay to turn my back and walked forward. My grandma was a magnificent woman with a calm, loving spirit. Post a comment in response: |
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