“There’s that feeling I get when I look to the west, and my spirit is crying for leaving” ~Led Zeppelin

We are back from a much too quick trip home to Hawaii over the weekend. My sweet uncle Frank passed away at the end of the year, and we went home for the funeral services. I want to thank my dad and Renee SO very much for, well, SO many things that they both did for Frank while he was alive and even after.

Thank You.

The funeral was beautiful. My sister and uncles were there with us along with Frank’s friends. We went out on the Manu Kai catamaran in Waikiki and scattered the ashes outside of Diamond Head. The photo in my header was taken looking at Diamond Head from the boat. Cool shot that is rarely seen, it’s usually always the famous angle of Diamond Head that is published. Kaleo’s dad played the guitar beautifully, and when he sang Aloha Oe, there were a couple of whales that were seen nearby. Perfect day. Thanks mom, for the beautiful leis. Thank you again to Kaleo, who is always my rock. Especially when I need him the most. I Love You.

{ View from our hotel, looking at the Manu Kai below }

{ Throwing leis and flowers into the ocean with the ashes }

Kaleo and I have been home twice in the past 6 weeks already, and we are missing it more and more. We love our place in southern California, but Hawaii keeps calling us. The smell when you first get off the plane is indescribable. It’s just… home. We have a few friends who are getting married this year in Kona so we will be going back a couple more times. For sure for Coach and Lani’s wedding, since they definitely won’t be touring at that time. Can’t tour without the Coach. 🙂

In other news, I just hired Whitney as the newest Yoga Oceanside teacher ! We are so excited to have her on our teaching staff. She taught a class this morning and it was amazing… I’m so proud of her and all she’s accomplished. Yay Whit!!! We are going to ride our bikes down to the beach in about an hour for sunset and to take some yoga photos for her bio. The guys get back from Park City after sunset, so it will be perfect timing. Oh yeah, and welcome to the neighborhood guys! Remy and Whitney are now OSide locals! I’m SUPER happy about that. You know how much I love my community.

That’s about it for now. I have lots of exciting things coming up but those will be in another post. I needed to do this one first, to let go. Aloha Oe, Uncle Frank. Love you…

~Melanie

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2 thoughts on ““There’s that feeling I get when I look to the west, and my spirit is crying for leaving” ~Led Zeppelin

  1. Hi, you don’t know me, but I’m new to this website, and I think your blogs are wonderful. I’m sorry for the loss of your uncle. This poem helped me when I was going through a loss too. I hope it helps you as well.

    I am standing upon the seashore.
    A ship at my side spreads her white
    sails to the morning breeze and starts
    for the blue ocean.
    She is an object of beauty and strength.
    I stand and watch her until at length
    she hangs like a speck of white cloud
    just where the sea and sky come
    to mingle with each other.
    Then, someone at my side says;
    “There, she is gone!”
    “Gone where?”
    Gone from my sight. That is all.
    She is just as large in mast and hull
    and spar as she was when she left my side
    and she is just as able to bear her
    load of living freight to her destined port.
    Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
    And just at the moment when someone
    at my side says, “There, she is gone!”
    There are other eyes watching her coming,
    and other voices ready to take up the glad shout;
    “Here she comes!”
    And that is dying.

    -Henry Van Dyke

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