When my position as the vice president of operations for a large real estate franchise was eliminated, I created my own business consulting company in August 1993. It was also in 1993 that I took over the ownership of a real estate referral company. I have enjoyed over 30 years of being self-employed. All of this has been with the enormous support of my husband of 47 years.
All of my clients are like family to me, and I take great satisfaction knowing that some have been with me for as long as 20 years. I offer a variety of services to keep their clients, friends and family thinking of them, while saving money with bulk mail postage. I also do marketing for a shopping center and am the executive director for three nonprofit associations.
Generations Magazine’s art director and I have worked together since its inception in 2010. Now I’m happy to be working for my daughter. The staff respects each other’s talents, enjoys working together and takes pride in what we do for Hawai‘i’s kūpuna. We look forward to many important issues that are enjoyed, appreciated, and shared with family and friends. Our readers live in Hawai‘i and on the Mainland.
As you can see, I like keeping busy because it makes me happy. Hope you are also enjoying your life, no matter what you’re doing.
Mahalo for being a valued reader of Generations Magazine, some of you since 2010 and some who are new readers. It is my pleasure to be a part of this informative magazine.
When my position as the vice president of operations for a large real estate franchise was eliminated, I created my own business consulting company in August 1993. It was also in 1993 that I took over the ownership of a real estate referral company. I have enjoyed over 30 years of being self-employed. All of…
A fireproof safe may not be 100% effective, as evidenced during Maui’s wildfires last year. In parts of Lahaina, the heat was so intense that safes were found melted.
The Moloka‘i Public Health Nursing staff worked with the Kupuna Care Program and the community to create the Book of Life or Nā Palapala Ko‘iko‘i, a portable organizational binder for important documents. The binders, sheet protectors and cardholders were distributed to 200 senior families during a senior baseball tournament on Maui just before the fire. But families who weren’t prepared lost everything, including vital documents.
Families can better expedite services for their kūpuna who have all their important documents in one place. Therefore, the Moloka‘i Public Health Nursing staff encourages the public to use the Nā Palapala Ko‘iko‘i binder, or an accordion folder or a bag to hold important documents that is kept in an easily accessible location.
It is highly recommended that everyone start a similar portable binder in which to keep important documents. Documents can include but are not limited to legal, tax, medical and insurance records. This grab-and-go binder could be invaluable in lessening the stress during an emergency that forces you to flee from your home quickly.
DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH
Moloka‘i Public Health Nursing
P.O. Box 2007, Kaunakakai, HI 96748 808-553-7882 | F: 808-553-7888
A fireproof safe may not be 100% effective, as evidenced during Maui’s wildfires last year. In parts of Lahaina, the heat was so intense that safes were found melted.
Many may feel that it’s somehow “too late” and that there is some sort of an expiration date for starting to learn an instrument. Both Royal Hawaiian Bandmaster Clarke Bright and Eric Kop, assistant administrator and principal horn, emphasize that it is never too late to get into music, in whatever form it takes. Eric, for one, has calabash aunties and uncles who never played an instrument in their lives, but are now in retirement attending ‘ukulele classes and singing in various groups for enjoyment. “It’s brought satisfaction for them in ways that they didn’t even realize until they started doing it. Whether you do it as a hobby or as a profession — again, music is an emotional language, so if you’re able to tap into that language, it really connects to so many aspects of living a full life. So, if anybody has any inkling at all, I would say the most important thing is to not be afraid to try.”
Additionally, for those who have difficulty with playing an instrument, whether due to mobility, being busy or for other reasons, some may feel that simply enjoying music does not involve them at all. But, if music is a language like Eric says, language and conversation require two parties to be complete. Clarke reflects on this sentiment further. “Even if you don’t think you can, at least be part of the listening environment of music, and that will allow you to be able to feel what music can do. Not everyone can create it, but if you can listen to it, you are really part of music, because it doesn’t make sense for us to play music if nobody is there. We can work on our craft in practice rooms — which we all have done — and we can rehearse for ourselves, but when we share that with others, that becomes the revolving door that really makes music something I think seniors, especially, should be a part of. Never shy away from that.”
Many may feel that it’s somehow “too late” and that there is some sort of an expiration date for starting to learn an instrument. Both Royal Hawaiian Bandmaster Clarke Bright and Eric Kop, assistant administrator and principal horn, emphasize that it is never too late to get into music, in whatever form it takes.
Competition at the annual Senior Classic Games is pretty brisk between the 32 O‘ahu senior clubs that participate.
Since the creation of the Senior Classic Games in 1980 by Herbert Yasuhara, the City and County of Honolulu Department of Parks and Recreation (DPR) senior clubs have held games in March at the Halawa District Park. The clubs practiced to compete in peg ball, lawn pin ball, nine gates and tunnel vision games. They have two age divisions: 69 and under, and the Masters Division, which is 70 and over. The Masters Division team entries, with approximately 200 to 275 participants, have doubled in the past few years. In addition to exercise, this event enables island-wide social interaction among seniors.
In 2012, Generations Magazine became a major sponsor of the event by purchasing medals for the winners. The competition is pretty brisk between the 32 senior clubs that come from all parts of O‘ahu. The winners really love getting their medals in front of the whole crowd of participants.
To join a senior club, individuals age 55-plus can go down to their local Honolulu City and County District Park or community park and inquire with the director.
Since the creation of the Senior Classic Games in 1980 by Herbert Yasuhara, the City and County of Honolulu Department of Parks and Recreation (DPR) senior clubs have held games in March at the Halawa District Park.
The November/December 2023 “Ask a Kupuna” column posed this question: “Do you have a favorite Valentine’s Day story to share?”
Marlene wrote, “After a disappointing experience the year before at an upscale downtown restaurant, we decided to never go out to dinner again on a popular occasion. Instead, we had a nice quiet candlelit dinner at home on Valentine’s Day in 2014.
“We purchased lobster tails and side dishes at our local market and enjoyed a delicious dinner in the comfort, quiet and convenience of our little rental cottage on a cattle ranch in California.”
Marlene and her husband have returned to Hawai‘i and enjoy all our local foods. They are also looking forward to attending this year’s Annual Senior Valentine’s dance. “See you there.”
The November/December 2023 “Ask a Kupuna” column posed this question: “Do you have a favorite Valentine’s Day story to share?” Marlene wrote, “After a disappointing experience the year before at an upscale downtown restaurant, we decided to never go out to dinner again on a popular occasion. Instead, we had a nice quiet candlelit dinner…
Valentine’s Day is coming up — a good time to talk about dating as a 70ish, single senior male.
You were married for 45 years and now you’re alone because your lovely wife passed a while back. You’re wanting companionship and thinking even about dating. Your health is good, you’re active and your cognitive abilities are still relatively intact. You play golf, go for long walks, sip on an occasional glass of wine and love to watch classic movies. So how does one find companionship in the Final Frontier of Life — just someone to hangout with? You’re past the bar scene, so where do you go? Here are my thoughts.
The best place I think would be Whole Foods. Lots of ladies of means (it is Whole Foods, after all) are filling their carts with all sorts of healthy goodies. So if you see someone who attracts you, just bump her cart with your cart. After that gentle nudge and in a casual way, say, “Oh, I’m terribly sorry.”
Then, quickly scan her cart items and make a comment: “Oh, I love that kind of quiche. Along with a fresh salad and a glass of crisp white wine, it’s my fav.” And if she responds by saying “Oh, I love that combination, too!” well then, the door has just been opened. You can then respond by saying something to her in a non-creepy way: “Is your name Cholesterol, because you send my blood pressure skyrocketing!” And if she laughs out loud and says that’s the funniest darned pickup line she’s ever heard, boom, you’re in!
What about this line after a brief conversation with a “bumpee?” “Your company is so delightful, I’m contemplating putting a new battery in my hearing aid.” That’s a keeper. Garans ballbarans, she’ll love it.
Last one: Again, when delivering your line don’t rush it and don’t be too serious. Be playful and wear your best non-lecherous smile. “My teeth and I no longer sleep together, but you and I definitely should!” Security! Too much? My bad.
If Whole Foods isn’t your scene, try making the pharmacy at Longs a part of your day. You’re bound to meet a charming woman while she’s waiting for her Warfarin.
Just remember, while you are shopping for some “chow fun” with these priceless pickup lines, its all in the delivery — because if she calls for security, you’ll be hustled out of the store and asked never to return. It may even go on your permanent record. So don’t be too over-confident in the delivery of your line. Wear a sweet smile. (Make sure your dentures are in.)
Be adorable, innocent and childlike… like me.
Valentine’s Day is coming up — a good time to talk about dating as a 70ish, single senior male. You were married for 45 years and now you’re alone because your lovely wife passed a while back. You’re wanting companionship and thinking even about dating. Your health is good, you’re active and your cognitive abilities…
You think you are young at 40 years old, right? But what if your intended life-long job was terminated and you’re not ready to retire? What do you do when a door closes on you like that?
All good questions that I had to ask myself back in 1993, when my position with a small company was terminated due to the downward spiral of Hawai‘i’s real estate market. I interviewed with five companies, but it didn’t take long to realize I couldn’t see myself spending the rest of my life working for any of them. Instead, I serviced them as an independent contractor.
Working with my CPA, I followed his tax requirements to start my own company and also became an LLC (Limited Liability Company). I was quite excited at the prospect of being my own boss.
I soon had the opportunity to purchase outright the real estate referral company I co-founded that was connected to the franchise company that closed the door on me in 1993. My agents and I have connected clients to realtors throughout Hawai‘i, as well as on the mainland. Because I have held a real estate license since 1985, I am proud to consider this company as my legacy.
My grandchildren Tanner and Alexis, give me joy in my life.
However, could I “be more” and do something meaningful? Using my business background, I am currently the executive director of three nonprofit associations. I also do the marketing for a small shopping center just outside of Waikiki, and service small companies who rely on me to consistently produce their newsletters, postcards, calendars or other marketing pieces. I love being helpful.
And this year, I am also very happy to be back with Generations Magazine, where I worked from 2010 to 2020.
The best part of being your own boss is that you can schedule your own work time, family time and fun time. When I started consulting, my daughters were in preschool and high school and my son was in elementary. I remember when I drove my son to school, he would ask “Mommy, what are you going to do today?” Wow! When I think back, he was the one person who made me account for my day!
For the past 30 years, I’ve gone all out to mix quality work time with quantity family and fun time. Because of my daughters’ love of tennis, I volunteered as an assistant coach at their school. They, too, became coaches, as well as my husband, making it a real family affair. Nowadays, I have two active grandchildren to have fun with!
Many people have tough decisions to make when it comes to work. My advice for when a door closes, is to see it as an invitation to open a window of opportunity into a fulfilling life you create on your own terms.
You think you are young at 40 years old, right? But what if your intended life-long job was terminated and you’re not ready to retire? What do you do when a door closes on you like that?
Well, Generations wanted me to expound on the inevitable and that is…dying. I can safely say that I know something about dying because for many years as a stand-up comedian, I died many times on stage. It’s not a good feeling. However, once I passed through that uncomfortable moment and came out on the other side, I was refreshed and stronger. Hopefully, in your passing you will also feel much more refreshed and stronger. That being said, wouldn’t it be interesting to find out that the knowledge we have about death and dying is all wrong!
WHAT IF! While on this earth, say we receive a letter every twenty years from God. This letter is God is giving you a review. Every 20, 40, 60 years and so on you receive a letter that hopefully is going to give you a passing grade. And if you keep that up, eventually you’ll receive your golden ticket to heaven at the age of 80. And if you haven’t taken care of business that the LORD recommended when you reach 80, sorry — you’re going to have to stand in line with a lot of other people. And as for me? I can see one of my letters saying “Hey Frank, this is the Lord’s assistant and the Heavenly Father wants me to pass on his 40 year review to you. There is one aspect of your life the Heavenly Father strongly urges you to pay attention to and that is ‘Learn the words to the songs you’re going to sing on stage!!!!! ALSO PLEASE STAY ON KEY!’ When Heavenly Father hears you go off key he shakes his head, closes his eyes and prays for you. OK? That will make Heavenly Father very happy and we want to keep Heavenly Father very HAPPY or he’s going to come down there and rearrange some furniture. And if you upset Heavenly Father, we’ll send you to a place where you’ll need a lot of sun block!! Get my drift? Got it? Good!”
But what really happens when you die, pass over, pass out, pass gas, kaput, game over, no time left, make — die — dead? Many have come back from the other side to tell us. Moe Keale told me that, after he had flatlined, he walked towards a light that turned out to be a 7-11. I know that sounds absurd but that’s what he told me. And as he walked toward the door, his nephew Israel Kamakawiwo‘ole came walking out with a slurpee all happy and smiling. But when he saw Moe, he said “Unko, what you doing hea? It’s not your time, you gotta go back!” So Moe came back to tell the story. He also said that while he was transitioning back, all he heard were harps and ‘ukuleles.
So this is what I do know: the reality of life is always NOW. The past is a memory which is a thought arising in the present. The future is merely anticipated and is just another thought arising now. What we truly have is this moment. If you stay connected to the present moment and find fulfillment here and now, you will always have a 7-11 heaven. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Well, Generations wanted me to expound on the inevitable and that is…dying. I can safely say that I know something about dying because for many years as a stand-up comedian, I died many times on stage. It’s not a good feeling.
If you could save a life, would you? We are all asked this vital question at the DMV. Checking the box YES to be an organ or tissue donor means we are willing to selflessly pass on the gift of life to those desperately in need.
On Saturday, April 29, more than 240 people from across the Hawaiian islands came together to honor and celebrate their deceased loved ones who gave the gift of life to patients in critical need of a life-saving organ or restorative tissue. Hosted by Legacy of Life Hawai‘i, the Donor Remembrance Ceremony was held in Kaneohe.
The all-day, heartwarming event included reflections from an organ donor’s son, Sean Cervone, whose mother tragically passed away suddenly and became an organ donor. Sean Keoni Craig, a double lung and kidney transplant recipient, followed with a powerful Hawaiian chant to his ancestors and a heartfelt message of gratitude for his organ donor. He shared his hopes to one day meet the family of the donor.
Afterward, Tracy Lodge spoke about her beloved son, Brandon, who became an organ donor after he passed away suddenly after a traffic accident. She recalled fondly how Brandon was cherished for his generous spirit by his friends, family, and the Kailua community where he lived. In a touching moment, she was introduced for the first time to the grateful transplant recipient who received her son’s liver.
Donor families were invited to create a commemorative lantern in memory of their loved ones. On display in the ballroom were the five panels of the Hawaii Donor Quilt created in a heartfelt tribute to those who gave the gift of life and whose legacies live on in transplant recipients. The event ended with the poignant release of monarch butterflies, symbolizing the renewed hope that their loved ones gave to the many transplant recipients by consenting to organ and tissue donation.
The need for organ, eye, and tissue donors continues to grow, as it is a pressing issue. There are at present 322 patients in Hawai‘i suffering from end-stage organ failure and waiting for a life-saving kidney, pancreas or liver. More than 114,000 patients in the United States are in the same critical condition. To register as an organ, eye and tissue donor, visit registerme.org and help make a difference.
LEGACY OF LIFE HAWA‘I (501(c) 3 nonprofit)
405 N Kuakini St STE 810, Honolulu, HI 96817 808-599-7630 | info@legacyoflifehawaii.org legacyoflifehawaii.org
Legacy of Life Hawai’i is an organization in Hawai’i federally designated to recover organs and tissue for transplant; encourage organ donation through community outreach and education; and honor and support donor families by working closely with island hospitals to cultivate an understanding in community diversity that life is worth giving.
If you could save a life, would you? We are all asked this vital question at the DMV. Checking the box YES to be an organ or tissue donor means we are willing to selflessly pass on the gift of life to those desperately in need.
I was sitting outside an Ala Moana Hotel meeting room texting on my phone. Suddenly, I looked up. I had no idea where I was.
I realized I was actually lying on the floor and looking at the walls and ceiling. Sweat seemed to be pouring down my face. I reached up to wiped the perspiration, only to discover it was blood. Soon a physical therapist appeared, asking me to follow his finger with my eyes. He asked me to raise my hands above my head, then to smile. He said I didn’t have a stroke or heart attack.
As he helped me to the restroom to clean up, fear possessed me. My thoughts raced. I went to the emergency room and spent three nights in the hospital. I had numerous tests.
I reflected on my life while I waited for the results. I had great parents and a loving family. I got married to a loving wife. We share great children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. Nothing has been more enjoyable than seeing my family grow. I’ve also been lucky to see our family business grow.
Balancing my family, church responsibilities, and work has not always kept me busy. I walk 4-5 miles every Saturday. At 74 years old, I didn’t feel old. Sure, I take pills for hypertension and cholesterol. I knew I needed to lose 40 pounds. Still, I thought I was in good health. I felt good.
Sitting in the hospital, I wondered: Do I have a legacy to pass on to my family? Are my affairs in order? How do I make the most of my remaining years? Questions kept arising.
Happily, my medical tests came back negative. Six months have now passed since my blackout.
I’ve been trying to make the most of this second chance to change my lifestyle. I walk three times a week. It helps me with my balance. I’ve cut down on carbs — including rice. I eat only one big meal a day. The other two meals are small meals. I eat no junkies, except to keep my wife company during our TV nights.
I introduced naps into my afternoon routine. My naps normally last between two and three hours. Occasionally I can nap for five hours. Now I realize there is great value in taking this time to refresh myself.
I’ve slowed down my life, even though some still think I’m working too hard. This is what happens when you love what you do, I suppose. My new business is gratifying; I love going to work. My wife claims that I don’t work but just go to talk stories.
I hope sharing this one can help inspire you to slow down a bit, too. Life is too short anyway.
I was sitting outside an Ala Moana Hotel meeting room texting on my phone. Suddenly, I looked up. I had no idea where I was. I realized I was actually lying on the floor and looking at the walls and ceiling. Sweat seemed to be pouring down my face. I reached up to wiped the…
Lisa Darcy has been an advocate for the houseless and disabled for decades.
Growing up modestly in a suburb of Chicago, I remember the first time we went camping. I was so excited, because this was a family vacation. My brothers and sisters helped pack the hot dogs and buns, collected our sleeping bags and pillows, and gathered wood for the fire. We were thrilled to eat canned beans! It was an exciting adventure… until the doorbell rang.
This, of course was not camping, even though that’s what we called it. We had a bathroom, electricity, a phone, safety and privacy.
Let’s shift the paradigm. Welcome to a tiny sliver of insight that informs our community fabric. I invite you to walk with me into a poorly studied, and wholly misunderstood and often stigmatized crisis.
Is the term homeless or houseless? The term you chose is an important focal point for lighting a path forward. Determining the nature of these conditions is significant in reimagining community safety for all community members. Understanding the difference in terms allows us to reconsider our approaches and partnerships.
Share Your Mana Advisory Committee Member Jess and Founder Lisa Darcy deliver supplies in February 2021.
The term “homeless” is a mainland idea, not a Maui idea. It is an overarching category which can result in harm, no matter how unintentional. The difference has been shared with me over and over from almost all the community members I’ve met. “I am home. Maui is my home. I just don’t have a house,” says Ku‘uipo from her tent. Of Hawaiian descent, she articulates displacement beautifully and with authority.
To get at core needs, the use of language and current context are critical, because the conditions in which many in Maui County and around the world are living need to be accurately portrayed with honesty, integrity and dignity. There are many terms that have emerged to help explain the levels of needs — unhoused, unsheltered, houseless, homeless and housing-insecure. Regardless of the category or term, I’ve seen how emotionally overwhelming — often paralyzing — these conditions are.
started Maui-based nonprofit Share Your Mana (SYM) to meet the needs of moments like these. As an extremely inquisitive and distinctive care provider, I approach every interaction the only way I know how — through the unique lens of those in crisis. It is often quite uncomfortable, messy and painful, and still these raw, genuine interactions always culminate in inspiration.
SYM is driven by reviewing experiences which serve and by possessing the resolve to evolve through reflections on the failures that hinder success. And to improve how we approach restoring a healthy community balance, we need to create the space to move through whatever emotions follow. I call it, “decompressing emotions.”
Most of us understand that by the time someone is living unhoused or unsheltered, there must be multiple categories of need that are overstressed. Without an actual, affordable, safe sleeping inventory, when a slow boil of problems spills over, it is easy to slide into crisis.
Imagine leaving to do errands after the doors were removed from your home. That is the situation many living in camps and vehicles find themselves in, so Lisa sometimes helps out by serving as a “watch person” so belongings stay safe.
There is a common association that those who are living in “subhuman conditions” are dangerous and to be feared. I spent the entire pandemic with hundreds living unhoused, every single day and most nights bringing life-sustaining supplies. I found many grappling with these conditions who also have an amazing ability to manage the negative stereotypes. I have witnessed love and respect alongside deep pain — often, generational pain.
Healing requires dignity, consistency and the concept that no matter why you are where you are, this community believes every person deserves the components of Maslow’s pyramid — physiological needs, safety, love and belonging, esteem and self-actualization.
As a child, there was no way I could understand that camping in our living room was much different than the daily experience of the unhoused, unsheltered, houseless, homeless and housing-insecure. There was a toilet nearby, a refrigerator stocked with food and electricity to light my way. And yet, I still recall my fantasy
— how wonderful it was to “get away.”
Many live in conditions with no toilet or ability to sleep soundly in clean sheets or even a sleeping bag. These conditions exacerbate the situation, often creating a person who is fearful, guarded and even defiant. When you are unable to keep clean, your self-esteem is ripped away. Then decompensating happens — the person’s mental health deteriorates. For the unsheltered, it is an especially traumatic process because it happens in public, for everyone to see.
As we go deeper into 2023, housing resources will no doubt continue to tighten. Only one small financial mishap can sometimes lead to housing insecurity and becoming unhoused. This is a frightening thought for most of us… the stuff of nightmares.
One day, I hope this will not evoke fear, because we have invested in safe sleeping for all residents. My hope for 2023 is that we invest in reframing solutions with safe sleeping in mind, a concept that will uplift talents, abilities and our humanity.
Then we can all sleep better as we see improved policy and actions that help to raise our community dignity.
“Share Your Mana has helped me in so many ways,” says Darren, who lived in his non-drivable car during the pandemic. “They never let me down no matter what I needed and I needed a lot. Share Your Mana help me mentally, physically and emotionally and has made me a brand new person. Share Your Mana has made me stronger than I ever was. I have seen Lisa do so much for others, so then I joined her advisory committee, becoming one of the leaders to make a better future for the unhoused community. While on the committee, I’ve seen unhoused people become housed and many housed people become unhoused. The cycle will never stop unless we can put a stop to it, change the cycle and initiate action that helps the unhoused community become stronger with the help of state and county officials who want to make a change for the good of the people.”
Growing up modestly in a suburb of Chicago, I remember the first time we went camping. I was so excited, because this was a family vacation. My brothers and sisters helped pack the hot dogs and buns, collected our sleeping bags and pillows, and gathered wood for the fire. We were thrilled to eat canned…
Whether the distance spans countries or oceans, living separated from your loved ones is always difficult — especially when the loved ones are our elders — namely, our grandparents. My Lolo and Lola (the Filipino words for grandfather and grandmother) often took care of me and my sisters from the time we were born. But they moved back to the Philippines when I was 12 years old, and I only visited them once in the decade they’ve been gone.
It’s a normal part of living on a small island to not have your entire family living nearby. Many of us can relate to having grandparents from the Philippines or other countries who either moved back there or never left, while we reside Hawai‘i. Everyone has their own way of dealing with such absence, but I think one sentiment remains true for us all: Love knows no distance and it never can be diminished.
Just last summer, my Lolo passed away. Coping with his passing has been challenging, not only because of the grief, but because of the way the distance between us altered the loss somehow. His absence existed unwavering both before and after his passing. Thus, I’ve often found myself meditating on this question: How does love triumph over distance or death?
Loss is inevitable. It is said that grief is love with no place to go. As a consolation, we sometimes turn to those around us, the internet and other distractions to find ways of coping with the anguish that ensues. It can become easy to lose ourselves in feelings of loss, to a point where love becomes overshadowed by grief and sorrow. Remembrances of the past and hope for the future exist on opposite sides of time, and yet, they are our greatest strengths in these moments. Bittersweet memories lend support to the hope for an eventual reunion and the desire to never lose the bond that transcends worldly distance. Therefore, love endures because it, like memories shared, can never be taken from us. As long as we are able to remember warm embraces and handwritten birthday cards, the love woven into the tapestry of our memories serves as an unbreakable tether.
I still feel my Lolo’s love very near to me. He planted a pomelo tree in our yard when he lived with us. Today, the tree stands stately and tall, unbending and strong — a symbol of his love, which will always be with me, though he is not.
I write this story as a means of honoring and remembering my Lolo, because my words are the only way I know how to show my love for him now. His love remains — equally abstract and tangible; the bitterness and sweetness of fresh pomelo bear the same significance as me knowing that he is always with me. No matter the distance, love brings us close.
Whether the distance spans countries or oceans, living separated from your loved ones is always difficult — especially when the loved ones are our elders — namely, our grandparents.
