A minute-by-minute account of Monday, Sept 29 — from the 4 a.m. departure in Honolulu to the 8:30 p.m. text confirming your father’s passing — a day suspended between motion and stillness, farewell and peace.
Sunday in Honolulu — walking to Kawaiahaʻo Church, showing Pule no James Stanton to the Kahu from your iPhone, tasting locally grown Oʻahu chocolate, returning to the apartment, and saying goodbye late that night — a day of peace, love, and slow release.
A true-to-life Sabbath reflection — clearing a father’s office, discarding a lifetime of papers, and discovering holiness in the labor of release.