To live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die.
and over a week later, my heart still aches, still cries for the temporary separation from familiar stranger. for a mother, a father, a brother, a mother-to-be, and an unborn. but it smiles for the community that never fails to come together, stays strong, and keep the pulse of life going. aloha akua, andy.
To be remembered is the dream of the dead
To be seen the dream of ghosts
just a mote of dust as all are.
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