I never dreamed I would live in Hawaii. I had been a California girl all my life. My husband Ron and I had purchased a home that we loved in Ventura, and I thought it was our forever home. I was surprised when that idea changed. He lived on Maui many years before I met him and brought me to Maui on our honeymoon. Experiencing Maui through his eyes, I fell in love with it too.
Maui was always so green and there were tropical flowers everywhere. The beautiful beaches are all open to the public. The sands range from white, to red to black. The breezes are generally gentle, and the sunsets are astonishing. The people are warm and friendly, and the culture is respected and kind.
We visited Maui several times with chickens greeting us at the baggage claim at the airport. Because of Ron’s declining health, we spent lots of time in the car driving around to enjoy the beauty. One time we saw an open house and decided to go in. We met a helpful realtor there and Ron immediately made a new friend. By the time we got back into the car, we were talking about moving to Maui.
Everything happened quickly and soon we were in our new home on the side of Haleakala where we could see two side of the island and had a very big yard filled with tropical plants and fruits: bananas, papayas, lilikoi, avocados and more. The clear blue skies and ever-changing clouds created a peaceful atmosphere along with the constant serenade of the tropical birds.
We were immediately surrounded by a new family of friends. Everyone seemed to know each other. Grownups referred to people they respect as auntie, uncle, or cousin, and children were keiki. My across the street neighbor came to my house to help me unpack. I soon knew more neighbors than I ever had anyplace else I had lived. I learned that all these new friends were part of my new Ohana.
“The word Ohana comes from oha, which is the highly revered taro plant, and it signifies that all ohana come from the same root. No matter how distantly we are all related, we come from the same root and are therefore from the same family.” (Google) My new ohana had more variety than you would think would be in one family. We helped each other out and celebrated things together.
When Ron would be in the hospital, he always had visitors. When we were home, we always had anything we needed. One friend would drop by and tell me to go the beach while she visited with Ron. Other friends came caroling at Christmas time. They all gathered for a big surprise birthday party at a restaurant Ron had planned for me from his hospital bed the week before he died. They surrounded us with so much love the week he was on hospice, and they are still there for me, as I am for them, now and always.
I wish an ohana for everyone. If you don’t have one now, I encourage you to build one. In life today it seems that we all get so busy that we don’t take time for what’s most important: interaction with others. The love, kindness, and caring shared in an ohana strengthens us in facing whatever challenges come our way and brings us happiness. Reach out and find a new friend today. I’d be honored to be part of your Ohana.
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