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  • If You Could Host a Dinner And Anyone You Invite Was Sure to Come, Who Would You Invite?

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    If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
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    Imagine a dinner party where every invitation is accepted, no matter how busy the person. No last-minute cancellations, no scheduling conflicts—just the sheer joy of shared company. Given that incredible premise, my choice for guests is immediate and heartfelt: I’d invite my entire family.


    The Ultimate Family Reunion


    Yes, that means my parents, my siblings, and all my amazing nieces and nephews. Some might dream of a table filled with historical figures, celebrated artists, or groundbreaking scientists. And while I admire those choices, for me, the true luxury of this hypothetical dinner lies in the ability to gather the people who mean the absolute most to me, without exception.


    Our lives, like so many others, are a whirlwind of commitments. Between work, school, extracurricular activities, and just the general demands of modern living, finding a time when our whole family can genuinely connect feels like a rare alignment of the stars. We snatch moments here and there—a quick phone call, a hurried holiday gathering, a brief drop-in. But those precious, extended periods where we can truly relax, share stories, and simply be together are few and far between.


    Cherishing Every Moment


    This dinner, then, wouldn’t just be a meal; it would be an intentional act of rediscovery. It would be an opportunity to witness the quiet interactions, the knowing glances, and the burst of laughter that only happen when a family is truly at ease. I’d love to see my parents beam with pride, surrounded by their children and grandchildren. I’d love to hear my siblings recount old memories, perhaps shedding new light on childhood escapades. And more than anything, I’d cherish the chance to see my nieces and nephews, growing so quickly, interacting with each other and with the older generations, forging their own bonds within the tapestry of our family.


    Family is the bedrock of who I am. It’s the first place I learned about love, resilience, and belonging. They are the ones who have seen me at my best and my worst, who celebrate my triumphs and offer solace in my struggles. The shared history, the inside jokes, the unspoken understanding—these are the threads that weave us together, creating an unbreakable bond.


    The Simple Power of Togetherness


    In a world that often pulls us in a million different directions, carving out dedicated time for family isn’t just a luxury; it’s a necessity. It’s in these shared moments that we reinforce our connections, create new memories, and remind ourselves of the incredible support system we have. It’s where stories are passed down, traditions are honored, and the simple act of being together becomes the most profound gift of all.


    So, if I had that one magical dinner party, it wouldn’t be about grandeur or fame. It would be about intimacy, warmth, and the irreplaceable joy of being surrounded by the people I love most in the world. It would be a reminder that amidst all the hustle and bustle, the most valuable currency we possess is the time we spend with each other. And frankly, that’s a feast I wouldn’t trade for anything.

  • Describe One of Your Favorite Moments

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    Describe one of your favorite moments.
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    My Guiding Star: A Mother’s Wisdom.


    Among the many cherished memories I hold, one stands out with particular warmth and significance: the quiet, heartfelt moments when my mother shares her wisdom and advice. These aren’t grand pronouncements, but rather gentle nudges and profound insights that have shaped who I am and how I navigate the world.


    There’s a recurring theme in her guidance, a steady current that runs through all her words: bravery. My mother has always encouraged me to face challenges head-on, to step outside my comfort zone, and to not be afraid of the unknown. It’s a lesson that has empowered me to take risks, pursue opportunities, and learn from every experience, good or bad.


    Another cornerstone of her advice is the importance of deliberation. “Think about a decision ten times before you make it,” she’ll often say. This isn’t about hesitation or paralysis by analysis, but rather about thoughtful consideration, weighing the pros and cons, and understanding the potential ripple effects of my choices. It’s a practice that has saved me from hasty mistakes and fostered a more mindful approach to life.


    Perhaps most impactful is her emphasis on self-reliance. My mother has always instilled in me the value of independence – the ability to stand on my own two feet, to solve my own problems, and to be accountable for my own journey. This doesn’t mean isolating myself, but rather building the strength and resilience to be my own strongest advocate.


    And finally, through all of life’s ups and downs, she reminds me that life is a beautiful thing to have. This simple yet profound statement is a constant source of perspective. It encourages me to appreciate the small joys, to find beauty in unexpected places, and to approach each day with gratitude and optimism.


    These aren’t just pieces of advice; they’re the foundational principles of my life, whispered from a heart that wants nothing but the best for me. Each time she shares these thoughts, it’s a favorite moment, a reminder of her unwavering love and the incredible gift of her wisdom. She is, and always will be, my guiding star.


    What’s a piece of advice that has profoundly impacted your life?

  • Who Do You Spend the Most Time With

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    Who do you spend the most time with?
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    It’s funny how life shifts and priorities reconfigure. If you were to ask me “Who do you spend the most time with?” right now, my answer would be immediate and heartfelt: my Mama.


    Life has me anchored at home these days, and with my mother having retired in 2021, our shared hours have truly blossomed. Our days are a comfortable rhythm of domestic partnership. We cook together, turning meal preparation into a collaborative and often fragrant activity. We tackle house chores side-by-side, making cleaning feel less like a task and more like a shared effort to maintain our sanctuary. There’s a deep contentment in this shared time at home, a feeling of togetherness that truly nourishes my soul.


    Beyond the daily routines, this increased time together has allowed me to be her companion for her doctor’s and clinic appointments. It’s a small but significant way I can support her, especially since English is our second language and she often needs a translator. Being there, helping her navigate these situations, feels like a natural extension of our bond.


    As my Mama gracefully ages, I’ve noticed a beautiful new dimension to our relationship. She’s begun to share her life learnings with me, imparting wisdom gleaned from decades of experience. These aren’t just stories; they’re valuable lessons, insights into life that she’s passing down. I’m incredibly grateful to be the recipient of this legacy, to hear her reflections and absorb her perspective as she moves through this phase of her life.


    So, who do I spend the most time with? It’s always been, and continues to be, my Mama. Even when I was a child, she was my primary companion, my confidante, my world. And today, as adults sharing our home and our lives, that bond remains the strongest and most cherished connection I have.

  • Memorial Day: Honoring Heroes and Personal Loss

    Memorial Day. For many, it marks the unofficial start of summer – barbecues, beach trips, and a long weekend. But beneath the festive atmosphere lies a profound purpose: to honor and remember the brave men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice for our nation.


    A History Forged in Grief: The Birth of Memorial Day


    The roots of Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, stretch back to the aftermath of the Civil War. Amidst the immense loss and grief that permeated the nation, the practice of decorating the graves of fallen soldiers began to emerge. Women’s groups across the North and South organized these poignant acts of remembrance, adorning burial sites with flowers, wreaths, and flags.


    In 1868, General John A. Logan, commander-in-chief of the Grand Army of the Republic, officially proclaimed May 30th as Decoration Day. The date was chosen because flowers would be in bloom all over the country, making it easier to decorate graves. The first official commemoration took place at Arlington National Cemetery, where thousands gathered to adorn the graves of Union and Confederate soldiers.


    Over time, Decoration Day evolved into Memorial Day, expanding to honor all Americans who have died in military service throughout the nation’s history. In 1971, Congress declared Memorial Day a national holiday to be observed on the last Monday of May, solidifying its place as a solemn day of remembrance.


    Beyond the Parades: A Personal Reflection of Loss


    While the parades and ceremonies serve as important collective acknowledgments of sacrifice, Memorial Day also holds a deeply personal significance for countless individuals. For those who have lost loved ones in service, it’s a day where grief can feel particularly acute, but also a day for cherished memories to be honored.


    For me, this Memorial Day carried an additional layer of personal reflection. While I deeply respect the traditional ways of commemorating those who served, my own experience led me to a different, yet equally profound, expression of remembrance: the Shinto Lantern Floating Festival in Hawaii.


    Whispers on the Water: Honoring My Sister with Floating Lanterns


    Attending the Lantern Floating Festival was a deeply moving experience. It wasn’t directly tied to military service, but its essence of honoring the deceased resonated profoundly with my own grief for my sister, who is no longer with us.


    Imagine a still ocean at sunset, the sky painted in hues of orange, pink, and purple. Thousands of glowing lanterns, each carrying a personal message and the name of a loved one, are gently placed onto the water. As they drift further out, they create a breathtaking spectacle of light against the darkening sea.


    For me, each lantern felt like a tangible representation of a soul, carrying with it the memories, love, and essence of someone who had passed. Watching my sister’s lantern float away felt like a gentle release, a visual representation of her journey into whatever lies beyond.


    The Shinto tradition speaks of these lanterns guiding the spirits of the departed and connecting them to the collective stream of consciousness – the vast ocean of life. It’s a beautiful metaphor, suggesting that while individual lives may end, the essence of who they were rejoins a larger, interconnected whole. The ocean, in this context, becomes not an ending, but a pooling place, a continuation in a different form.


    Finding Our Own Ways to Remember
    Memorial Day reminds us of the profound cost of freedom and the bravery of those who have defended it. But it also underscores the universal human experience of loss and the importance of remembrance. Whether through traditional ceremonies, quiet reflection at a gravesite, or finding unique ways to honor our loved ones like the Lantern Floating Festival, the act of remembering keeps their spirits alive and their legacies enduring.


    This Memorial Day, let us take a moment to not only honor the fallen heroes of our nation but also to reflect on the preciousness of life and the enduring bonds of love that transcend even death. Let the gentle glow of remembrance illuminate our hearts and connect us to those we hold dear, whether they served their country or touched our lives in countless other meaningful ways.

  • Ohana’s Embrace

    Ohana, a whisper, a sacred vow,

    More than just blood that binds us now.

    It’s woven deep, in joy and strife,

    The very fabric of our life.

    Through laughter shared, a gentle touch,

    But strong, too, in what hurt us much.

    For in the storms, when shadows fall,

    And bitter winds make strong men crawl,

    The shared suffering, the trials we face,

    Etch deeper lines of love’s embrace.

    A quiet comfort, a knowing glance,

    A second chance, a steadfast dance.

    No matter where our footsteps roam,

    Across the miles, away from home,

    The heart remembers, soft and true,

    The warmth of Ohana, forever new.

    For family’s not just where we start,

    It’s an anchor, woven in the heart.

    A beacon burning, ever bright,

    Guiding us through the darkest night.