We’ve all been there at one time or another. Life can drag you under, keep you there ’til you and only you decide to get yourself out. Find that one thing in your life that matters most, grab it and pull hard.
For me it’s my family. What’s yours?
Photo: A favorite oldie of mine edited many times over. Taken at Punalu’u, Hawaii
Smooth and soft as a baby or hard and rough as a construction worker, hands can generally dictate what a person is all about. Take mine for instance, (really the only pair I know well), a hardy handshake to a warm embrace they have traveled far and wide experiencing both the good and the not so good. And for some reason it’s my hands that seem to be in the best shape ever, for which I am so grateful for.
After 60+ years of life they can still do their magic, helping along the way to those I love or even those I don’t know. You see, it’s what you do with them that make all the difference. I appreciate the fact that I still have ’em. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying hands make you a better person, far from it. Because I know people with no hands that have a more productive life than most… I’m saying it’s the way in which you use them that determine the person you are.
So maybe it’s time we all took a second look at our hands and think about where have they been and where are they going. Young hands, old and wrinkley, whatever you got, put them to better use… Today! Cheers all, Pete
Mom and Pops
As I reflect upon my childhood, the greatest thing that stood out in my mind was the closeness of this family. It didn’t matter to me what the overall financial status was, the family stayed close through thick and thin. After my dad left the army of 25 years he had a very hard time keeping or finding work. From VW salesman to security guard he was out there trying to make a better life for his family.
We were never close as father and son, I was always off doing my own thing and he was trying to find work. I blame myself for this separation, even to this day. He served three campaigns during the wars – Italy, North Africa and North Korea. I haven’t a clue about any of this, he never talked about it and I never asked him. It’s shameful and I’ll always regret not getting closer to the man who took cared of me, who loved me.
Words cannot express the feelings and love I have for my mother. She reminds me of a mother hen that has all her chicks around her and wherever she went we would follow. We could talk to each other like we were best friends, of course I never would admit that to anyone outside the family but she is where everything started and ended, at least in my life. Yes I was sort of a mama’s boy but hey, alone, with no one around we all are. You can admit it.
They both led honorable and productive lives living as if the end of the world was on the morrow. However, they both ironically were subjected to the cruelties of life, as I learned at an early age just how rough life can be.
Dad crashed his car one night asleep at the wheel and broke his neck. He would be in beds and wheelchairs for 10 years trying to make the best of his somewhat limited life. Mom developed pancreatic cancer and would die a quick death. It wasn’t easy for this young man to see this and I remember distancing myself so it wouldn’t be in my face.
I give tribute to my two sisters who took charge of the caring and whatever else they needed in their time of need. It is they my sisters who had that strength and compassion to make their lives a little easier, it is they who I will always remember and forever be grateful to for this love and kindness. They were angel sent…
1. Photos: top, Pops, Retired Major, US Army
2. Mom, Pa’u rider for Oahu in the Aloha day Parade (I think she’s 20yrs here)
3. A rare early photo of a mom and pops
4. The two angels… Love you