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Marvels and Memories


There are moments in life where it's wise to sit in ones feelings and reflect on life, and one's place in it. This was initiated by a funeral, and before you say "my condolences" its seriously okay, Grandpa Van Brocklin was a wizened and spry creature who spent the last 4 years of his life bedridden. I'm really glad he got Body 2.0 and gets to be with Grandma Jocelyn now.



And for those of you checking this date in history, yes, I know. Delta Variant is exploding right now, hospitals in Hilo are full and mask mandates are returning to the mainland. Here is my current response: I'm fully vaccinated, I refused to meet with family who wasn't (which believe me was a huge deal to me, cause it's not like I'm nearby much anymore). I double masked in most places, took some extra vitamins for immune system boost and socially distanced whenever possible because I refuse to be a plague rat. Even now I'm locked in the Master bedroom/bath quarantined away awaiting my Covid test from this morning (which my sinuses did NOT LIKE) in order to verify that flying in 3 very full sardine tubes known as planes didn't expose me to anything. We live with a 75yr old, and I don't just love her, I like her too. I want her to live a long time.



To that end I'm really very thankful, there were various expressions of love throughout the trip. To my dojo 'ohana and husband who tracked down some medical grade masks for me to wear fresh each day- mahalo nui loa. To the family who was totally cool if I wore a mask and stayed back, thank you for understanding. To the Peak-Coronas offering me their car for the week- you guys are AWESOME! To Mr. Peak who gave me a room for a week and saved me a solid $1,100 cause hotel thought I was made of gold, you're outstanding! I look forward to repaying the favors in the future in whatever form they come be they visits or whatever!


There's a saying that "There's 2 things in life you should always show up for if you can; weddings and funerals." As an adult (also watching my 13yr old siblings reaction), I see it as a regathering of people from around the country and even the world to reconnect with the communities that built us. The Ogdens comling from their ministry in Africa to lead the surface, mom's old High School friend coming out of the woodwork to rekindle their friendship. Cousins, aunts, uncles, and the complicated ones where you know you're related and there's a word but ya might wanna ask Google on that one.



Hawaiians have this term "talk story" its used in place of "hang out" or "sit and talk" and I think it's really accurate and important because while us cousins sat around and compared our adult lives/jobs it's the STORIES that were exchanged that are going to leave an emotional mark. Listening to Whitney as her autistic son was prepared for and then denied regular schooling due to Covid, Kat and me in the car talking about communication and her friends at school, the Ogdens telling me about the items on Grandpa's memorial table that came from Africa. There was a comment pre-funeral about talking of his characteristics rather than a "bunch of silly stories" yet the service was full of pictures and stories and especially over the meal it was the tales, the legends, the memories which were actively sought out and shared. There were so many elements of his life that I hardly knew, like how he could fix ANYTHING and while he had a gruff exterior he went WAY out of his way to help the people he cared about. Even at the 60mile Susan G Komen event that mom did in honor of Grandma. I learned that while he cheered her on at several stations he was allowed out of the audience to do the last mile with her, and he was NOT young at the time! Meanwhile surrounded with thousands of other participants who were survivors and their families.


During the setup the day prior mom asked me to set up a table with a bunch of pictures and memorabilia of his past. His dog tags, his military jacket from Vietnam, his pictures as a helicopter Captain at the San Francisco airport. Books which showed his children, some of the places he traveled and the adventures he had. I was doing really good until I pulled one out of him and grandma and it just hit me like a truck. Good LORD I miss that woman. I proceeded to quietly utilize the facilities to attempt to recompose myself. While I stumbled across Gene's second wife Carol she was very kind and understanding and agreed Jocelyn was a wonderful woman. I still needed a moment to process so I stepped out to the gym where my 13yr old twin siblings were attempting to alleviate their boredom with a soccer ball. Kat was enjoying a break on the side and could beyond the mask asking if I was okay. I choked out that I was processing, and she gave me a hug. Now that she's 5'8" it was a much taller hug than last time we hung out. We sat down and I shared how I wish she could've met Grandma cause you'd open the door and she'd literally be pulling fresh cookies out of the oven to add to the other 4 desserts she had on the counter. I proceeded to recall several other stories and Kat patiently listened and comforted her older sister. As my sister made it clear though out the trip she's the 'mom' to her friends group. I saw a lot of the same things I do as 'dojo mom' exhibited in her behavior. She's very mature for 13 and I look forward to seeing where life takes her. That stated she has also unintentionally taken after her older sister and has picked up some basic photography skills