Good Evening, God!
This morning my wonderful husband Kit and I left home at 6:20 a.m. to get to the Toyota Service Center for my car’s 7:15 appointment. On the way home we stopped at Kaimana Beach for me to swim . . . and Yes, the giant school of little fish were there to greet me! After my exercise time Kit suggested we stop at his old homestead. Actually, I’m not sure leased land qualifies as homestead — but Kit’s family lived there from 1930 to 1942.
The walk down to the beach is so different now. The big trees that shaded the walk are gone. The old fences with greenery on both sides are gone. The homes are gone too. All that remain are the concrete remains of the World War II pill box. We chatted with a man – maybe in in his 60’s – who was going into the water to hunt octopuses. Kit shared about living here when Pearl Harbor was bombed on December 7, 1941. The man nodded and said . . . that was a long time ago. We chattered on. And wished each other a Happy Thanksgiving.
I was left with a sense of how impermanent things are. But I also have a new awareness of just how precious the folks are who share our past. . . who remember the same things . . .with whom we can replay the times long gone.