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| Sunday, 15-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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Loretta's 18th Birthday Celebration: A Debut, Filipina-Style
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Loretta was a beautiful princess at the ball!
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Loretta and her proud parents, Linda (Lourdes) and Romeo.
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Her brother Glenn and sister Aurora.
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This was our first Debut. Upon arrival, we quickly learned that a Debut -- or Debu -- is a landmark birthday for 18-year old Filipinas. It is the BIG 1-8.
Similar to the Hispanic "Quinceria" and the "Sweet Sixteen" tradition that we knew as teens, a debut emphasizes their passage into semi-independence with a large, formal and elaborate dinner party and dance.
Loretta's debut birthday festivities were far more than a room full of guys and gals, standing on opposite sides of the room. Instead, as Loretta's guests, we were treated to an elegant seaside dinner with an emceed formal program, followed by dancing late into the night.
Delighted, entertained and amazed, we were regaled with beautifully choreographed, well-practiced modern dance numbers by Loretta and her guy and gal friends; a formal cotillion with graceful ballroom dancing; as well as the sweet harmonies by her friends and an astounding solo by her sister, Aurora.
We realized that we were witnessing Aurora's debut as a wonderful singer. We were as open-mouthed as her father, Romeo, who exclaimed to us, "I didn't know my daughter could sing. I've never heard her sing like that!" American Idol, here's your gal!
We watched Loretta celebrating her debut with her lovely, dear parents, Linda and Romeo; her older siblings, Glenn, freshly out of the Navy and soon on his way to college, and Aurora, an English Literature major at the university; her extended family; her many friends who are the peak of their youth and full of joie de vivre; and folks like us, like her dentist who sat at our table, who have cared for her and her family and have known them for most of her life.
Although only just beginning her adult years, Loretta is amazingly well-accomplished. The world is her oyster. Intensely bright, her academic achievements are stellar. Active in school, in church, in social activities, community involvement, and dance circles, not only is she well-rounded, she is a born leader.
Tireless and giving, she is presently serving as president of her Filipino cultural club at her school, a tough job, and one that is a labor of love often requiring long hours of practice and preparation into the late evening. With club members, she preserves Filipino cultural traditions, especially its song and dance, as well as the mores, values, and history of her parents' homeland, The Phillipines.
Tonight, her club members presented her with a lively Tinikling bamboo dance with its skilled footwork that T and I had not enjoyed since our childhood in Hawai'i. Later, we revisited our childhood with the singing of Dahil Sayo.
Of course, we are most proud of Loretta. Tonight was a celebration of what a unique and lovely human being she is. A young woman of substance. She is already making positive differences in her world -- and ours.
Tonight, confident and enchantingly dressed like a princess in an elegant gown with upswept hair adorned with a tiara, Loretta was the picture of loveliness, of health, of self-assurance, and of boundless expectations. Floating across the dance floor and beaming, Loretta's luminosity was captured forever in our memories.
We are also burstingly proud of her parents, Romeo and Linda, who have raised three achieving, dynamic, respectful and self-respecting children, Glenn, Aurora, and Loretta. All three are young Americans who are unambiguously comfortable in both cultures: the one of their ethnic heritage and the other, of their birth.
In their quiet, behind-the-scenes way, a pleased and proud pair of parents, Romeo and Linda, glowed in the affection of their children, family and friends, and mostly, in their happiness of who their youngest one has grown up to be. I thought of their loving and dedicated parenting of Loretta and her siblings; how well they took care of them and Howie, their beloved dog; how 'strict' Romeo made sure that they did their homework and did it well. I thought about the loving sacrifices made by them so their children's dreams could come true, including this night's debut, Loretta's dream come true.
I truly appreciate parents like Romeo and Linda, who have met life challenges with such dignity, solidarity and fortitude. For me, tonight was as much a celebration for Loretta as it was one for excellent parenting by Romeo and Linda and their unconditional love for one another and their children.
My, my, how quickly they do grow up...
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Our special thanks to Loretta, Romeo and Linda for making us a part of this wonderful celebration. And too, to Glenn and Aurora, and Loretta's extended family and friends whose hours of practice and hard work paid off in an evening that pulsated with energy, enthusiasm, and style.
I will always remember the magical moments when Romeo and Loretta took to the dance floor, followed by Glenn taking his sister for a spin. It rivaled those moments when fathers give their daughters away in marriage. The lovely glass slipper that you presented to me, Linda, will always remind me of those moments; it will occupy a special place in my curio...and in my heart.
Thank you, Linda and Romeo, for your strength, love, and uncommon devotion to your children, which are much admired by us.
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| Saturday, 14-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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Valentine's Day, up in the island in the sky (Big Bear).
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Every morning, I wake up with two hungry dogs on my chest...
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but today, Valentine's Day, I woke up with two hungry dogs on my
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chest with packages tied under their necks.
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More fotos and text over here.
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| Wednesday, 11-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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Tae gave a great presentation.
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And we gave him our belated thanks for his gorgeous bouquet.
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| Tuesday, 10-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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Ponderings: A King and His Four Wives
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"Will you follow me and keep me company?": Pohoiki gravestones.
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"I'll follow you no matter where you go.": Lyman Pond, Kapoho .
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The soul of Kalapana lives on in my own.
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My friend Kalena sent this to me. Its truth struck a chord in me and I share it here with you. I have read it with care, pondered over it, and have acted on it. Perhaps, it will strike a chord in you:
A King and His Four Wives
Read This Carefully:
Once upon a time there was a rich King who had four wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the finest of delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best.
He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her off to neighboring kingdoms.
However, he feared that one day she would leave him for another.
He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidant and was always kind, considerate and patient with him. Whenever the King faced a problem, he could confide in her, and she would help him get through the difficult times.
The King's 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife. Although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her!
One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was short. He thought of his luxurious life and wondered, "I now have four wives with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone."
Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I have loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"
"No way!", replied the 4th wife, and she walked away without another word.
Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart. The sad King then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"
"No!", replied the 3rd wife. "Life is too good!
When you die, I'm going to remarry!" His heart sank and turned cold.
He then asked the 2nd wife, "I have always turned to you for help and you've always been there for me...when I die, will you follow me and keep me company?"
"I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!", replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." Her answer came like a bolt of lightning, and the King was devastated.
Then a voice called out: "I'll leave with you and follow you no matter where you go." The King looked up, and there was his first wife. She was so skinny as she suffered from malnutrition and neglect.
Greatly grieved, the King said, "I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!"
In truth, we all have 4 wives in our lives: Our 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it will leave us when we die. Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, it will all go to others. Our 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.
And our 1st wife is our Soul. Often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world. However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us wherever we go. Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is the only part of us that will follow us to the throne of God and continue with us throughout Eternity.
When the world pushes you to your knees...You're in the perfect position to pray.
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| Monday, 9-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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"Happy Chinese New Year & Valentine's Day!" to our friends, L&N
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Outside Lap's and Nita's mansion.
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Lap & Nita: The American Dream Come True!
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We had so much fun at a French restaurant, Pascal's.
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Every year, this time of year, our long-time friends, Lap (pronounced lahp) and Nita will give us a ring to get together for Valentine's dinner. It's become our own special tradition with one another.
This year, we called them, knowing that we were going out of town for Valentine's Day weekend. To our surprise, we learned that they had moved to a new home, 20 minutes away.
Last night, we got together with them, meeting Lap first at their new home, while Nita winded up some business at her office. Such a grand home it is, luxurious and plush, and beautifully appointed. "Like a movie star's home," I murmured as Lap gave us the grand tour of an amazingly grand house.
As exceptional as exceptional gets, Lap and Nita deserve the very best that life has to offer. They are survivors of the atrocities, deprivations, and tragedies of war (the Viet Nam war). Back then, early in their marriage, Lap had been unexpectedly seized, detained, then imprisoned.
Most would have been intimidated, but Nita was undeterred. Day after day, week after week, month after month, with quiet strength and undeniable courage, Nita sat outside the building of an official who could release her husband, and whenever he entered or left the building, she would plead with him to release her husband. Finally, one day, the official, out of pity or perhaps out of sheer admiration for her friendly perseverance, yielded and began the process that eventually led to Lap's freedom.
For this reason, to this day, theirs is an undying and dedicated love that most people will never experience in their lifetimes. True soulmates, they thoroughly cherish one another, never taking the other for granted. They are such a delight to be with and anyone who is lucky to be in their joint presence is blessed as well. One could wish them the best, but they already have it.
Soon after Lap's release, they found their way to America. No one gave them any breaks, but they applied themselves. They met life's trials with dignity, humor and with no bid for sympathy. They learned English, then enrolled in real estate school, in time becoming real estate agents and brokers.
By dint of strong determination, perseverance, positivity and hard, dedicated work, they became an extraordinarily successful real estate team and have achieved the American Dream for themselves and their two children.
How did they come into our lives, you ask?
I was fresh out of school, with a $6000 school loan and $80,000 ten-year business loan. We were renters, living in a cozy, one bedroom apartment then. Every morning, on the way to work, I would drive by an exclusive gated community and tell myself, "One day, I'll be living there..."
We met Lap and Nita one Sunday morning, almost twenty years ago. That bright morning, T and I were riding our bikes on the way to the regional park. We saw a car driving through the gates of that community and we pedalled our bikes hard and slipped through the gate, right behind the car. We cruised through the community's tree-lined streets on our bicycles, admiring the attractive homes with their tended gardens and well-manicured lawns.
We came across a for sale/open house sign in front of one of the homes. Curious looky-loos, we parked our bikes and knocked on the door. Lap, in his tailored business suit, and Nita, in her smart knit suit, greeted us at the door with the warmest of smiles and the friendliest of demeanors. Dressed in our grungy shorts, tee-shirts, and sneakers, we certainly did not look like their usual, well-heeled open house visitors. Nonetheless, Nita and Lap were most gracious and cordially invited us in to look at the house.
It was a doctor's house. We tried to look and act nonchalantly "casual" as they took us around the home, but inside we were oohing and ahh-ing like crazy. Nita and Lap treated us as if we were their most promising, serious house-buying prospects.
We sat down together in the cheery yellow breakfast nook, and I admitted to them that we were merely looky-loos. (As if they didn't know!) "No way, no how" could we ever afford such a home, at least not for a long, long time, given our debt situation. That's when Nita offered to take us around the surrounding areas with houses that might be more in our price range.
She was undeterred when I told her that we had no money, not even for a down payment and that all of our money had gone to pay the down payment for the business we bought the year before. For the next few weekends, she would ring us and we'd meet them at the house in the gated community. Nita would then drive us to see houses in the humbler, less pricey neighborhoods, while Lap manned the open house in the gated community.
On the last day, as we were driving back to the house, Nita asked me to better describe the kind of house that appealed to me. As we turned the corner, I pointed to a house on that corner and said, "That one. I'd like a house just like that one."
Indeed it had the architectural look of a building that we had admired in Honolulu when we were graduate students at the University there. But of course, I knew that to aspire to such a house was well, silly, given our financial situation. A house in such a beautiful gated community was leapyears away from our price range. A pipe dream.
As we turned the corner, Nita saw that the house had a For Sale sign. It had just come on the market. "We'll give them a low-ball offer; we have nothing to lose," she said.
We were dubious. Even if the seller were to accept a low-ball offer, where was the down payment for such a house going to come from?
Undeterred, Nita checked with the seller's realtor. And lo and behold, the realtor was a man named Sam who I had just met and cared for at my business! He told the seller, "Don't worry about her. I promise you, she's going to do well. Sell the house to her." He then arranged for the seller to loan us the money "as a second" for the down payment!
So, yes, it was Nita and Lap who helped us to find and buy our first house. Timing was everything. A year after we bought it, interest rates fell and the price of the house doubled! We still live in it, almost twenty years later. It has been a very kind house to us, and we have never forgotten the kindnesses extended to us by Lap and Nita.
Sam, the seller's realtor, and his wife, Nila, have been dear friends of ours ever since, as well. I have cared for them and their daughter, their only child, in my business ever since. Their daughter then followed my own professional footsteps.
Nita and Lap became our unfailing, lifelong friends and every year, we celebrate our friendship on Valentine's, which is so appropriate given the powerfulness of their love for one another. And we love them. If we had any more adoration and love for this couple, we would simply explode!
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| Friday, 6-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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G-Ma & G-Pa Visit Austin Kai and His Parents at Home
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A first! Austin Kai in my arms.
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It was love, looking into those blue eyes.
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Check out those baseball jammies!
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Wednesday night, we hurried out of the office and took off to Austin Kai's house, loaded up with Hawaiian "mix plate" dinners from The Loft. I meant to say, Jonathan's and Samara's house.
At the hospital, three weeks into the flu, I kept a prudent, safe distance. I was not about to share any lingering germs with the new mother and baby. Visiting the new family at home, we came prepared. A face mask for me to intercept any lingering coughs from this formerly flu-ridden body. Four weeks later, I'm doing much better, thanks.
Jonathan greeted us at the door as Samara swooped Austin out of his playpen-crib. Donned in his baseball jammies, Austin Kai was just as cute as a button. Sportsfan Jonathan is wasting no time in indoctrinating his "Buddy" with the love of his teams, the SF Giants and University of Texas at Austin. (Guess where his name comes from!)
Samara is a glowing new Mom. She looks terrific. She glowed throughout her pregnancy and now glows, post-partum.
I put on the face mask and washed my hands thoroughly before I gave Samara a big hug, who then put Austin Kai into my arms for the first time. Face to face, it was true LOVE! G-Pa is still not sure about carrying Austin Kai. He says, "I'll wait until he's bigger." He offered Austin his finger, and Austin grasped it firmly. Their first connection.
Austin Kai is a good-looking boy. Hmmm, I can see I'm going to "one of those" G-mas.  His eyes have a hint of blue. There is a possibility, perhaps remote, that they will stay that way, as two recessive genes may have linked up. His maternal grandmother, Tutu Sue, has the bluest of eyes, and although Jonathan is dark-eyed, his sister has light eyes. He's also very long. He's going to be a tall one, one day. His mom is 5'10" and his dad is 6' 2". He has big hands and long fingers. We figure he'll either be a concert pianist or baseball catcher.
While Austin Kai peacefully napped on his side, we caught up with Samara and Jonathan over dinner. They are doing and looking so well for new parents. No tell-tale signs of sleepless nights. No dark circles under their eyes. Youth! They are just very happy, excited and so ready for parenthood.
We speculated where Austin Kai would go to college. Maybe Pepperdine where Jonathan's grandfather worked. Or maybe at his namesake, University of Texas at Austin!  They say it is a beautiful campus in the forested, rolling hills of Texas. I look forward to his graduation. In the meantime, we'll enjoy every moment that we have with him now.
We laughed over our present petnames for Austin Kai. Jonathan: "Buddy." Samara: "My Little Man." Alana: "Nougie." Sue: "Son". G-Ma and G-Pa: "Changito." (Little Monkey because he's born in the Year of the Monkey).
Mahalo for having us over, Samara and Jonathan. We thoroughly enjoyed our visit. We missed you, Tutu Sue! We hope that was just a little passing sniffle.
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| Thursday, 5-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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His parents' photos of Austin Kai. Kai is Hawaiian for "Sea"
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Jonathan and his "Buddy."
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Austin Kai dozing...
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Samara's "Little Man" in her loving arms.
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Austin's proud parents'
Exquisite baby photos.
Snap! Click! Snap! Click! Snap!
Our extended family received this e-mail from Samara with atttached photos of their bundle of joy. I had to share them here with you and post them here for posterity.
Hey Everyone,
Jonathan and I are so happy to let everyone know that we have been blessed with a healthy, active and very happy little boy...Austin Kai. Born January 26 @ 2:14pm-3 weeks two days early. 7lbs 9 oz.
We are trying to get some sleep, learning to be parents and hopefully getting into a routine. We just wanted you to see some pictures and let you all know that we are very happy and can't wait to show him off to all of you real soon.
Hope everyone is well.
Samara and Jonathan
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| Wednesday, 4-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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My sister, Sue - now known as Tutu Sue (Tutu is "Gramma" in Hwn)
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Tutu Sue and her new grandson. Austin Kai
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"My happiness derives from knowing the people I love are happy." ~H. Ketchel
Happy, my dear Sue,
Sister-of-my-heart, happy!
I too am happy
I started this day with an e-mail from Sue. May we always remember these heady, giddy days of new grandparenthood!
THANK YOU, DEAR ONE
To my sweet sister,
Thank you so much for the awesome tribute to my beautiful new little boy! He is so lucky to have such a wonderful g-ma and g-pa. Your love for us all shines through in your words and pictures.
Can't believe I am a tutu. Samara and Jonathan will have the joy of raising this little boy and I get to give him the unconditional love of a grandparent. I know this may get a little confusing with my caring for him, it may be a fine line that I have to walk.
I am looking forward to my time spent with him, sharing my love of books and knowledge. At last, my Hawaiian children's books will be put to good use. I can't wait to read to him!!!
Well, I'd better hit the hay. Thank you again for loving us so much, and I hope that you know that we love you both more than words can say.
Goodnight,
Sue
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| Tuesday, 3-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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God is Kind: Welcome to Planet Earth, Austin Kai!
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Our first sighting of Mommy Samara and newly arrived Austin Kai!
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Samara took to mothering like a mama duck to water... a natural!
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What a handsome boy. Not a prune-face at all, for coming early.
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Losing my friend, Beulah, was painful. During the last minutes of Beulah's memorial service, I had a pounding headache as I had never experienced before. Sitting in the last pew, I easily slipped out to the bathroom and downed a couple of aspirins that got me through the rest of the evening. The next day, I was completely flattened. I know now what being hit by a Mack truck feels like...
I have not posted since January 10th; today is the 3rd of February. I let down my health guard at Beulah's memorial service and that darn opportunistic Fujian flu bug flew right in. It was my first flu ever. They say the first time hits you hardest; I can attest to that. The first two weeks, I was death warmed over with every flu symptom imaginable, or unimaginable.
These last two weeks, I am well enough to get back to work, but barely. I struggle. Talking is difficult; doing so triggers coughing fits. Unfortunately, my work is at least 60% talking. Today, I am finally beginning to feel like myself again. About time! I've been itching to post these pictures.
On January 26th, 2004, like a proud god grandmother, I sent this e-mail out to our extended 'ohana. Nothing -- not even the flu -- was going to stop me from sharing the good news:
Aloha All: Hear ye, hear ye!
Jonathan just called with this news: Samara's water broke at 3 AM last night; they made it to St. Jude's Hospital in Fullerton at 3:20. It was a long night, and the construction overhead didn't help.
At 2:14 PM, Austin Kai arrived, early as his Tutu Sue predicted, by three weeks. He just could not wait to meet his new 'ohana, I guess! I must say, he has good taste to have picked our 'ohana to join.
Mother and son are doing well; Austin Kai is nestled in Samara's arms as I write this. Surrounding them are new father Jonathan, Tutu Sue, and Aunty Alana, all jubilant. I, Aunty D (known now as G-ma, pronounced gee mah) am pounding away on this keyboard to let the 'ohana know about the new arrival, while waiting for Uncle T (now known as G-pa, pronounced gee pah) to come back from work so we can go meet the new guy.
When asked if Austin Kai looks like him, Jonathan replied, "I don't know, but he does have a lot of hair!" Well, between two gorgeous people as Jonathan and Samara, this guy just can't miss, can he?
I'll take a bunch of pictures so you may get your first peek of the little guy.
Love,
Aunty D/ G-ma
God, Beulah, Wayne (Austin's-Grandpa-in-Heaven) and Austin must have had a talk up there. Within a month, my friend Beulah leaves for Heaven and Austin Kai -- son of our goddaughter (hanai daughter) and her husband -- arrives from Heaven, three weeks early. I like to think they sped things up to lift this G-ma's flagging spirits and help her to get well and happy again.
And mostly, I think Austin Kai came early to make delivery much easier for his mother! At 7 pounds 9 ounces at birth, he was not a little guy! Can you imagine how big he would've been in three weeks. According to the doctor, he might have been as big as 11 pounds. OUCH!
I just got off the phone with Mommy Samara. Nursing well, Austin Kai has gained three ounces in one week. Motherhood seems to suit Samara perfectly; her voice was filled with joy. In one week, Daddy Jonathan has become the master of diaper changing, so Samara can get her rest. Tutu Sue has been over every day. We'll be seeing them on Wednesday and of course, I'll be taking more pics of the newest member of the 'ohana.
Austin Kai, thank you for coming early and welcome to Planet Earth. You've been much awaited. You made this G-ma VERY happy. Happy is too mild a word. Try ECSTATIC!
God is kind. Mahalo e ke Akua (Thank you, God)!
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| Saturday, 10-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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In Loving Memory of Beulah
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(To our surprise) At the bottom of Beulah's memorial service program was this direction: "For photos of Mom and e-mails from friends and families, please visit http://hwneye.fotopages.com ."
We just got home from the service and have now linked the following so you, Beulah's family and friends, do not have to dig deep through in this photo-journal to find the Beulah fotopages:
* Dec. 31, 2003: Saying Goodbye to Beulah: http://hwneye.fotopages.com/?entry=29797
* Dec. 30, 2003: Love Deeply and Passionately: http://hwneye.fotopages.com/?entry=29715
* Dec. 14, 2003: CELEBRATING BEULAH's BIRTHDAY: http://hwneye.fotopages.com/?entry=25138
* Sep. 15, 2003: Aloha Note w/ Photos from Hank's Birthday: http://hwneye.fotopages.com/?entry=13352
It was a beautiful service, exactly as Beulah wanted it to be. It was as Hawaiian as Hawaiian can be. During her last days in ICU, a breathing tube prevented her from talking, but Beulah, undeterred and fearlessly facing the inevitable, communicated her wishes for her memorial service by scribbling them on paper, among them: Hawaiian attire, Pete to play steel guitar, Darleen to dance the hula and food catered by Eric.
And it turned out to be more than she requested. Beulah was granted her Hawaiian funeral. The flowers were Hawaiian. The music by her favorite musicians, Pete Kahele and DHC Musicians, Keali`i Reichel's Ka Nohona Pili Kai, and Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwo'ole's "Somewhere Over the Rainbow." The spirit that prevailed was ALOHA.
God bless each and every one of you who now is 'visiting' Beulah via these fotopages. If you wish, leave your comments below, and I'll be sure to pass them on to Beulah's family. As for Beulah, she'll be peeking over my shoulder to read what you've written about her -- or to her.
We have lost one of the VERY BEST among us. She is Home... Aloha 'Oe...until we meet again.
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