Uncle Charlie and Auntie Grace from Australia recently met with my GF’s kids and loved them. C&G are empty nesters and they know a thing or two about raising kids. So, when we went to the Pali lookout and, under the cover of heavy raindrops, saw the Kailua coast, the analogy was not lost.
And, when we drove down to the beach park only to be laywayd by a driving rain that filled the streets with rivers of water, we felt no loss of Aloha from the Islands, but a distinct message from the Island spirits of an unattainable end; so close, yet so far. As we rounded Makapu’u and arrived at Sandy Beach, we wondered why the rains kept following and allowed us to glimpse more Hawaiian beauty the farther from the Kailua coast we got.
Finally, at dinner, we wondered how, with all the wonder of nature spent upon us, had we gone to the Bishop Museum, under semi-cloudy skies, to experience the most intense experience of Hawai’ian culture, we would have pined and lamented for the sunny, kayakable beaches of Kailua.
For me; the teaching moment was in the connection with the elements that reflected the sadness in my heart for the family I have lost and the happiness for the family I have gained. No one can take either away. We are–in the fullness of experience–a family, from Australia to Italy and beyond.