MY BEAUTIFUL SPIRIT SURFER
I was born into and with the spirit of Aloha.
ALOHA, not just a greeting, but a way of living. One of the many translations of Aloha that resonates so deeply with me is the literal one. ALO – meaning to share and HA – breath or life.
Being so far from home, living aloha is a way that keeps the spirit alive within me. It is my lifeline.
After nearly losing my life in Brasil from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy and told that I could never have children, becoming a mother was a true honour and blessing for me. Both the boys were born into and with the same spirit of Aloha that I treasured dearly.
I experienced the miracle of Koa’s birth and finding out I was pregnant with Kila was such a blessing to me. My body defied doctor’s prognosis and gave me the gift of sharing life with such beautiful souls.
His name and true essence, KILAKALEIKAUMAKA (The strong beloved child) was dreamt and offered to me by the Ho'omanawanui 'ohana. I knew that my ‘kuleana (responsibility) in his life was to hold him in a sacred space of aloha and love him the whole way through.
Kila was my opihi. Giving birth to him was difficult. He was so comfortable in the womb that he had to be vacuumed out of me. Weaning him off the breast wasn’t any easier, nor was his initial attempts at childcare. He never want to leave me, so I found ways to be with him, to continue nurturing him and surround him with my love and grace. I was a frequent parent helper in his classroom, made sushi and spring rolls for their school canteen, his basketball coach, cheerleader for his footy team, there to wrap his towel around him for his surfing contests, however I could offer him my presence, I did and that did not stop, it has not stopped. I offer him my loving presence today.
Up until the day of his passing, our relationship never weakened and our love for each other was stronger than ever. The distance between us geographically, albeit difficult, gave us the opportunity to create an unbreakable spiritual and energetic bond. When he said goodnight, he’d say “I’ll see you in dreamtime mama” and that he did. He truly understood spirit, mana and embodied pure love. I sprung out of bed from a deep sleep and felt the need to message him on the night of his passing and found out it was just minutes around the time of his accident.
In his last weeks, we spoke for hours each day. He was committed to a path of love and light. He reached out and created a healthy support circle while he consciously walked the path, one day at a time. He wanted to be an amazing husband, to be of service and inspire others to live in love and light. He was ‘pouring out his heart’. His strength was in his ability to love deeply and because of that, he was and IS so deeply loved.
Kila embodied the spirit of Aloha, sharing his love, light and life with each and every one of us and touching the lives of many. I invite and encourage you to keep Kila’s spirit of ALOHA alive in your lives and share the same loving kindness that he shared while he walked this earth.
You will always be my opihi, my beautiful spirit surfer. Mama loves you.
