With the passing of my Father, this past December, I was able to have his body taken care of at the mortuary, by a beautiful Hawaiian woman, who cremated him, but left his iwi, or bones, unpulverized. Much like my Mother, it allowed me to take care of his iwi much like the multitudes of ancestral burials, in the thousands, that I have had the honor of taking care of over the past twenty-one years. Instead of holding the bones of an ancestor who I pondered about their life, I knew exactly about the life, and the person, I was holding. I wasn't sure if I would be getting a rare ground plot at Punchbowl or a more common niche, just days before the planned interment. I have had my Mother's remains, in an 'eke lauhala, sitting in a favorite chair of hers in my living room, since her passing in 2010, awaiting my Father. I took my Father and Mother's remains, in their own individual p ū 'olo lauhala, and the koa and cedar urns, with me down to the ocean, just as...