Bearing Witness

Thirty-five years ago today, my mom passed away—most of my life lived without her. Sitting on my Tommy Bahama beach chair on my favorite beach close to home, I’m thinking about her, what her life would have been, my life and everyone’s life that she touched, had she lived to old age.

The one thing I've learned and experienced living on this island in the middle of the Pacific is how small each of us in the universe. The majesty of the grass-covered West Maui mountains, the expanse of the ocean, the density and abundance of vegetation all remind us of our insignificance.