Beauty...
I found an old photo of my mother at Kalapana Black Sand beach. Kalapana beach was covered up by akua Pele and her lava flow. It was such a beautiful beach. I know it is still there. Underneath the mountain of lava. Just waiting to reemerge. Just like my beautiful mother. She is still there too. Waiting to reemerge...
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Until then, notice you can see her in yourself- in mannerisms, expressions, gestures, physical aspects
My grandpa died in 1990. I still see him in my fingers, in the way I walk, in how I clear my throat and the things I say
I now see things in me that are my father, my mother, my grandmother, my nephews and niece.
We all go on, in one way or another. And when we lose someone for a while, they are still with us. Not just in memory, but in the mirror