Memory...


Dad sent me a photo of me when I was small at a beach along the Waiʻanae Coast. I try to remember that day, laying there. But I canʻt. As hard as I try. But I know it happened. Because of my dadʻs photo. Thatʻs why I take pictures of my boys. To help them remember. I was so small and skinny. I think I was eating the fresh bowl of sand soup in front of me...

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Anonymous said…
time is cruel that's for sure (looking at self in mirror, and grunting every time I stand up or sit down!)
Ka`iana said…
Amen brother... : )

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