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I'm so sorry for your loss Mark. Your pain is has tears burst empathy tears. Please take care of yourself, Mark. There is lots of love in the world yet. Aloha oi...
 
"End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path... One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass... And then you see it. White shores... and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise."

J.R.R. Tolkien
 
Because I can't send you a real one
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I'm so sorry for your loss Mark. Your pain is has tears burst empathy tears. Please take care of yourself, Mark. There is lots of love in the world yet. Aloha oi...

You caught me at 4 am, bleary eyed, ready to wake up with some yoga, and work out. Apparently, my language centers were switched off. Here is what I meant to say. Thank you for sharing your pain, Mark. I cried for you when I read your post. Please take care of yourself. From the other side of the world, hopefully I can give some comfort.


“Aloha `Oe” Lyrics – Written by: Queen Liliuokalani
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Ha`aheo ka ua i nâ pali
Ke nihi a`ela i ka nahele
E hahai (uhai) ana paha i ka liko
Pua `âhihi lehua o uka

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

`O ka hali`a aloha i hiki mai
Ke hone a`e nei i
Ku`u manawa
`O `oe nô ka`u ipo aloha
A loko e hana nei

Maopopo ku`u `ike i ka nani
Nâ pua rose o Maunawili
I laila hia`ia nâ manu
Miki`ala i ka nani o ka lipo

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Translation:
Proudly swept the rain by the cliffs
As it glided through the trees
Still following ever the bud
The `ahihi lehua of the vale

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

Sweet memories come back to me
Bringing fresh remembrances
Of the past
Dearest one, yes, you are mine own
From you, true love shall never depart

I have seen and watched your loveliness
The sweet rose of Maunawili
And ’tis there the birds of love dwell
And sip the honey from your lips
www.e-hawaii.com

Until we meet again. You have my condolences. Aloha oe...
 
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I gave my wife and kids a big hug tonight in Michelle's honor. Mark, thank you for putting things in perspective for me. I wish there was something I could do for you, but I know you are a warrior and there is nothing I can offer you that you don't already have. God bless you man.
 
The company she worked for has put this up on their Facebook page. A nice thing for them to do and pleasing to me to read some of the comments that people have left about my perfect jewel:

https://www.facebook.com/PandaPress
 
That was a very lovely tribute!

And I love the picture they selected.
 
That was a very lovely tribute!

And I love the picture they selected.

It's my favourite from our wedding shots. I'm not sure where they picked it up from but it'll be from me somewhere around the web.
 
So sorry to hear this. Thoughts and prayers are with you.
 
Thank you, my friends.

Today, under a blue sky and clear sunlight, my kuma kurei returned to the earth. She was attended by a panoply of family, friends, colleagues and clients and rests in a casket of green willow (my birth tree), wearing silver for purity and feminine strength, amber for eternity, amethyst for peace and turquoise for truth.

She bears my love away with her and is buoyed also with the love of all whose lives she has touched and bettered by their having met her.
 
Following on the heels of a determined couple of days of trying to hold it all in and rebuild my 'face' for the world, I find, tonight, that my heart is breaking even more painfully than before.

I know that I have to expect these collapses back into the vitriol laced arms of grief but it is so hard to bear a loss like this - after four months of fighting every day to save my beloved, followed by a month of emotional desolation like I have never felt before, I am not sure I have the strength left in me.

People do, mostly, find that spark still within them to live - so I must look for it amongst the ashes inside and see if, beyond hope, mine is still there.
 
You will recover, my friend.
 
Aye, or so I hope, dear G.

In part this breaking of the floodgates has been building for a quite a few days now; I have been trying to hold things in and get myself 'fit' to face the world again. So the well-head has been filling.

In larger part it is because I, somewhat foolishly, listened to a song that had very powerful associations for us. Or more specifically, it was the song that, for Michelle, said for her what she felt for me.
 
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