The day was not like any other day on Maui. It was the day after the tsunami warning and the ocean was not itself. It seemed to be smoother than usual; the ripples on the surface of the water were longer and the swells were farther apart. My ocean was unsettled and I felt her uneasy mood.
But this was the day to remember Leroy’s life on the beach at Kaanapali. This was the place four years ago where I paddled out to scatter his ashes. One of the hardest days of my life. The final good-bye…but each year since, I’ve returned to remember and honor his life. Our friends on Maui make the most beautiful orchid leis’ to spread over the water. They supply me with a bag of individual orchids that cover the ocean like a blanket of wishes for his peace and well being. It’s a delicate balancing act,
but I manage a Mai Tai and Snickers bar on my raft as I paddle out past the breakers until I found myself in the arms of the gentle Pacific.
Over the years, I’ve found many treasures that have been like little “messages” as I’ve walked along the shore line…this year was no different. Looking down on the sand, I found a coral heart, then another and another and before I knew it, I was holding a hand full of coral hearts.
Those hearts rest on the ocean bottom now…..wrapped in the words I found from deep inside my heart, as I told him how much I missed him and wished him peace.
Hearts and memories and a celebration of life…hold him tightly, my dear Pacific.