I really miss my dad. He was an awesome man, so full of life; he loved music, taught me how to play guitar and ʻukulele, passed on to me (and my brother) his love of old cars, had the voice of an angel, loved sailing (took my brother and me sailing around Diamond Head all the time in our very small sailboat), and loved life. He was patient when he taught me to drive, and was one of the most courageous men I have ever met in my life. He was kamaʻāina to the core, loved our islands, and blessed me with his love for the land. I miss him more than words can say; his life was tragically cut short ‘way too soon. I wasn’t born yet when this photo was taken by a street photographer in downtown Honolulu… I love it.