|Fortunately not around here !|
|It feels like that ...|
Then, on the day that I left, it had started raining again. You know, the 25 2L pop bottles per square meter kind of rain. No fun.
But I am going somewhere else now. No, I'm not going to Germany to attend a funeral, which I would have been doing under any other circumstances, because that is just what you do when someone that close to you dies. No, I'm flying to Hawaii. I booked the tickets and hotel for Grandma and me weeks ago. Yes, I briefly considered cancelling the Hawaiian holiday and attending Regine's funeral but very quickly realized that this would not make any sense. Grandma is 96.5 years old. This might very well be her last trip ever to that veranda by the ocean that she enjoys so much. Gotta take care of the living first.
|Grandma 15 meters from the ocean last December|
On my first trip to Kona two years ago, I had sent my spare mom a postcard of the Painted Church in Captain Cook. She LOVED it.
|Inside of the painted church in Dec. 2013|
So I scheduled some church attendance for this trip (not necessarily and most likely not during a regular church service) because what better place to remember someone who was there for me every time there was a need during the last 35 years than these church stairs overlooking the ocean?
Doesn't that look better suited to remember the lives of the dead than this gloomy 4:30 pm view of rainy Vancouver?