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When loved ones untimely pass tragically or from cancer, a reflection is recollected on lives they have led, the choices they made, how they defined the meaning of happiness, what was right or wrong, the consequences that coincide, the legacy that should passed on or not.
Do we dwell on the wrong or cope with sadness while making it right? Imploring new life adaptation should be eminent.
We want to send the departed to their final resting place with closure entailed with all the love and forgiveness we all need and not an ounce of hatred.
Miracles happen. Heaven sent a waving vision of happy times: camping at Wainapanapa; cheering for your children's heart-wrenching sport game finale; witnessing their accomplishment to forge independency with integrity; family road trip on the mainland where you got stung by a bee in Kansas City; morning hail stones from the blizzard winter as you maneuver the highway to Chicago while your sleeping children safely tucked in the backseat.
Meaningful memories whisper to defy the void so our beloved could wake up to a clear blue sky, get up to their feet and fly, welcoming the songs of the wind, whirling by.
Dying is waking up into a new world with peacefulness, love so shut down visions from the malice of yesterday. Let it be an illusion that had no existence.
Never again a dim tomorrow; fresh scent for a new today for yesterday has disappeared like a barrow.
Irene Blancaflor Nakama
Makawao