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An Absence Is A Presence

An absence is a presence.

I gaze at the round Hawaiian milo wood urn filled with the ashes of a 6 year-old little boy, my hanai grandson, Kaimana.

Kaimana, spirit of the ocean. Rascal, kolohe, the word for it in Hawaiian, yet filled with love.

Gone in an instant. An inattentive driver.

'Aumākua, the Hawaiian's call them, Guardian spirits. Some believe that our loved ones become sharks or owls and watch over us after they pass.

A fledgling pueo, a Hawaiian owl, ruffles its feathers before lifting from the fence post to soar out over the coastline.

I smile.

Story by:

Mark Keigley

submitted at 5:39pm

13 November 2011

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