The trade winds built as the hours passed.
The ocean, his ocean, my ocean would be welcoming.
I scattered his ashes on this day six years ago.
It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I was filled with so much sorrow and so much loss.
This morning, I walked to the spot, smiled as I looked out on the rolling Pacific and said a quiet prayer. The sun was just beginning to smile on the ocean and therewere just a few feather-like clouds that turned pink as the mist and the sun warmed the air.
A perfect beginning to a day as the sun rises on a remembering day.
“A hui hou” …Till we meet again.