I miss my dad everyday and often wonder three months later, what could I have done to reach out to the cruel people and say, "hey not cool." I didn't have the strength to make that connection.
The land 1845 Maunawili Road is now in fallow as far as humanity and it's long ago connections to the very first people in Hawaii. I presently live in Waianae and continue what I have learned from my dad with our fishing community out here on the Leeward Coast.
How my dad past was truly painful because of the 30 years of battle with the widower and her supporters in the modern culture that supports the old missionary greed. We were able, his children, to hold up the very nature of my dad's demeanor as he approached death. Fortunately, our dad was very feisty until his last breath a typical traditional kanaka makaainana stubborn kind of person. So, we were told how to behave during his passing and we all obeyed his commands.
My sister requested an 'Advance Directive' for my dad, and after experiencing the widower's cruelty of 'neglect and greed' I feel strongly that people should have one written up long before the approaching moment of death. Regardless, of peoples frustrations and inner evil, the 'Advance Directives' puts the person that is dying in charge. My dad was a highly spirited soul and was always in command of the things that went on around him.
We (his children) were unable to mourn his loss at his funeral because of the 30 years of destructive connections to his widowers criminal actions. Dad made his bed therefore it was his actions that we as his children had to abide by and we regretably did. The loss was compounding when one sees the debt of greed, human cruelty and lack of understanding to the dark spirited and their ancestral nature.
We are his children and my dad Kanaka oo 'Niaupio has over 200 years of documented ties to the land that my father lived and died on. There is very little inquiry done to the language, people, and their human conditions in the Koolaupoko district. I knew that my father was that many linkages when stepping back in time to when the rock wall formations were formed, taro planted, time kept and practiced (space and time). What little information was preserved by his children, I am sure will outlast the criminal greed.
Our children will learn to use scientific methods to tell the story of my father beyond the man made laws, changing of our language, shutting down access to our food. Most importantly, they will write their arguments that will favor my dad, not because he was my dad, but because we his children followed, obeyed and walked the talk of humanity just as my dad wanted us to.
The false priory and breathless songs will dissipate like a bad odor.
The only accord that exist will be the memories instilled into the heads of dad's children, grandchildren, great-great-great childern that will last for eternity, just as it did for our first family member that reached the shores of Ha'wa'i. Sleep my dad.
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