Aloha ‘Oe

Aloha ‘oe, aloha ‘oe
E ke onaona noho i ka lipo
One fond embrace,
A ho’i a’e au
Until we meet again

Farewell to you, farewell to you
The charming one who dwells in the shaded beers
One fond embrace.
‘Ere I depart
Until we meet again

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Each man can hope that as he sets out on life’s journey that he when that journey is done, a legacy will be left in his wake. A legacy of family… wife, children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and of friendship. Those who will be with you as you breath your last breath and those that, even though they are not there, will mourn your passing as it strips them of a piece of themselves. This is exactly how my Grandpa finished his time here on earth. He passed away with tears in his eyes, knowing that leaving my Grammie was more than he could bear and that he would miss her with every ounce that she would miss him.

When my Grammie spoke of my Grandpa at the funeral, she shared about the great love that she had lost. The one who loved her immensely and hated to be away from her, who wrote her love letters each time he traveled, and who loved his children unconditionally and only wanted the best for each of them, supporting them whole-heartedly in each of their endeavors. She smiled through tears as she remembered how they met, on broadway in New York and how my Grandpa left his family to move to Hawaii to be with her and pursue a life together.

There wasn’t a dry eye as we all, his legacy, breathed our last words of goodbye as we laid him to rest. Knowing that he’s dancing with Jesus helps us to let go of this man who was so loved by those around him. In all there were 39 of us there. His legacy was strong and it was wide and it knew deep love.

At my Grandpa’s celebration of life, my Grandma hula’d, one last time, for my Grandpa, to a song that was written for her. Watching her, I looked around me, soaking in the love that filled the room. Love of family and of hundreds of friends who had gathered to share fond memories of how incredibly my Grandpa was as a friend, boss, co-worker, father and husband. It was in that moment that I began to pray for the legacy of my own family.

A legacy that would include an immense love for Jesus, a servants heart towards others, grace, kindness, friendship and love for all we come in contact with. Even now as I sit here, typing, trying to wrap my head around how to even close out this post, it takes my breath away.

And I wonder, what legacy do you hope to leave when you leave this world?

xo, Alissa