2 years since Oat passed. 2 years being on my own since I met him 33 years ago. 2 years since the saddest day of my life. 2 of the hardest years of my 58 years. I’m trying my best to carry on, working through things slow. I’m keeping busy learning new things, quilting, stamping,
Quick and short post from West Oahu–Makua beach to Kaena point and back. Beautiful day, breezy, big surf, and great company as always.
I didn’t want to make a big thing of it. I wanted to find a place that wasn’t crammed with people. Then I thought about the west-side beach and Kaena Point. When I mentioned this to my friend, Janice who has been in a halau for the longest time and is my Hawaiian culture expert,
Been thinking a lot of where I would spread Oat’s ashes when I get to Hawaii. His mom said in Thai culture the ashes should be spread in the ocean. I thought of having a get-together with friends and family at the beach then asking someone with a surfboard or kayak to take his ashes