Stories….
Tutu – tell me ‘bout the good old days…. myDarlin’ Robert Kenui Pope and I used to marvel at the fact that even though two of our grandchildren were so far away, though the magic of technology we are able to communicate as if they are in the next room through Face time. And as the girls and I waited for the game to start, we Face timed with our family up North. As soon as he saw me, he said ‘Tutu’ and it made me smile thinking about all of the times myDarlin’ and I would try to get him to say Tutu.
We used to talk of how different times are now compared to even just ten or so years ago, and that there is a generation who has never known a world without instant communication. And even though in person is always better, using instant communication vehicles definitely comes in a close second.
The day after the service for myDarlin’ (which is a story in and of itself), Kaleo pointed to the sky as the plane passed overhead and said, ‘Tutu!’. I snapped a photo and will be telling that story for years to come. You see, Kaleo was looking up and I believe knew at that moment that his Tutu was in heaven.
Telling stories has become even that much more important since myDarlin’ left this crazy world of ours. I find myself wanting to document everything that I can remember about him, his laugh, his smile, the twinkle in his eye as he would tell stories of days gone by, or something that just happened that morning.
And he would tell stories of how Brayden would send everyone the bible verse of the day on his iPad even though he was only five years old. (there’s technology again….) I can remember him playing ‘who would win’ with Brayden, naming two superheroes and making him name the reason why one would win over the other.
And as God knew the timing of myDarlin’s days, we spent Easter together. We picnicked on the front lawn, pulling furniture out from Leilani’s Aloha Lounge, and played volley ball with the Kona beach balls he was so proud of. And we laughed, we played, we told stories and made memories on that front lawn until the sun set over the little lake in the back yard. In those last few days he spent in person with the boys, myDarlin’ packed a lifetime of memories in and we will be telling stories for years and years to come.
And on this day, I am filled with gratitude for grandchildren who bring joy with a simple look, a smile and simply saying the word Tutu. Your Tutu is watching over you now until the day when we are reunited.
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