Makeup assignment….
No, I’m not going to beauty school. Reasons why I didn’t post my journal yesterday.
1. My dog ate my homework? That only works with real paper and, well – if one has a dog….
2. I didn’t have anything to write about? Silly, there’s always something to be grateful for if you just look up.
3. I got home late and my computer auto-started an update that took a long, long time when I turned it on? Ding, ding, ding!
1. My dog ate my homework? That only works with real paper and, well – if one has a dog….
2. I didn’t have anything to write about? Silly, there’s always something to be grateful for if you just look up.
3. I got home late and my computer auto-started an update that took a long, long time when I turned it on? Ding, ding, ding!
And so here I sit in the morning, writing what should have been yesterday’s journal. It shouldn’t be too difficult as I can see clearly now the rain has gone.
I look back at what was going one year ago, two years ago, three years ago and I remind myself that of how blessed I am, we are, our Ohana is to have had you in our lives and that one day again soon we will all see each other again. For this life on earth is but a breath, a vapor; a grain of sand on the beach; a drop of water in the ocean; a moment in eternity.
And yesterday myDarlin’ Robert Kenui Pope, was filled with planning, family and Ohana. I remember you sending me your schedule for the week, as you were counting down to what would be a huge celebration for our son as he graduates late this spring and your retirement (OK – the second one). Malama pono you replied after careful thought when we ordered his senior ring – and it has become his mantra for life. And we will travel to be with him as he turns the page to reveal his next journey in life.
We gathered yesterday to celebrate her birthday with a tiramisu cake and candles that keep coming back, that are so hard to blow out. And the children laughed as they took another big breath and tried again. Even though the raindrops fell softly outside of the four walls, love abounded inside as our young grandson summoned everyone together for a Georgia group hug.
I read over my journal from two years ago as you were at two weeks post-surgery, and it went something like this….
Awakened by the thunder in the middle of the night, Robert went to the bedroom window to take a look. I stir as he returns to bed, and he said it’s been going on for some time now… He also tells me that he wants to go to church this morning. I take a look at the weather channel and hope that the rain will subside before we need to go. I set my alarm to ensure we get up in time and let the sound of the rain and the comfort of knowing he is by my side send me back to sleep. I can feel him looking at me, and open my eyes to see him lying on his side smiling at me…. I love this man, and celebrate this small step of being able to lie on his side if only for a bit….
Awakened by the thunder in the middle of the night, Robert went to the bedroom window to take a look. I stir as he returns to bed, and he said it’s been going on for some time now… He also tells me that he wants to go to church this morning. I take a look at the weather channel and hope that the rain will subside before we need to go. I set my alarm to ensure we get up in time and let the sound of the rain and the comfort of knowing he is by my side send me back to sleep. I can feel him looking at me, and open my eyes to see him lying on his side smiling at me…. I love this man, and celebrate this small step of being able to lie on his side if only for a bit….
That day, I shared the miracle of your recovery with the congregation and they rejoiced with us.
Two years ago, I concluded my journal with this. ‘We are so blessed, knowing that the rain brings flowers, and so it is with life.’ Today, I am filled with gratitude for God’s gift of rain and the life it brings tomorrow.
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