tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124696752024-03-12T16:51:11.958-10:00Hawaiianmark Surf PageHe kehau ho'oma'ema'e ke aloha.
Rascal; Like dat!Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.comBlogger977125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-80919795908367261592014-08-14T21:30:00.001-10:002014-08-14T21:31:03.613-10:00Vegas/Lego LandSome shots of Lego Land /Vegas
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My eldest son is gone from his family; my grandkids (Kaleo 8; Kekoa6: and Kiana 13 (hanai adopted from mom previous marriage) are all well and being kids.
My son on the other hand is a drug addicted foolish man, who under the false hopes of bipolar falsehoods thinks that being on the streets is life enough. My daily penance is dying a little each day knowing that one day the EMS call for and OD will be him.
And that kills me.
When they day goes by and a call is for a deceased body retrieval; the horror that we deal with is nothing but panic, salt and open wounds.
He does not know what this is like.
We have gone thru numerous avenues of rehab; love; tough love; hate; remorse and guilt only to have all avenues be dead ends. The man is fucked up.
My parents 81 and 83 are on the edge of life and I should be there for them; but my home life is so fractured and a miss that I cant go one day without the intoxicant of booze. Thank god I work or Id be fucked.
The joys of surfing are few and far between; reality of chasing $$ and the hopes of calm don't relent.
Yes I surf; but the sessions are fraught with worry. Worry that I may submit to the relentless water; that I may entice failure and give up. That the calm of peace and never ending silence may be enough.
Its not pleasant.
But We strive on; we look at the bright eyes and see in them a hope that I cant grasp; a hope that is theirs. I can only hold on; prepare for the next reality; the next turn of the dice. Its a wait and see wait and pray wait and FUCK I AM TRYING attitude that hopefully can sustain me.
Good Alohas to you all; I hope all is well with all of you - Kenny; Zilla; Angie (youre xmas cards are such the bomb) Le Artiste; and all who travel by here.
All my Aloha.
MarkHawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-10191719071579272762014-03-04T19:34:00.002-10:002014-03-04T19:34:19.772-10:00Back from Vegas & LegolandMy family went to Vegas with grandkids for a day ten to Cali. Will post soon. Stupid Internet is messed right now from Alohaland.
Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-18136602585717592732014-02-19T06:37:00.004-10:002014-02-19T06:37:24.117-10:00Back soon.Off to Vegas /California with Grandkids / Daughter.
Thanks for the kind reminder, Hamel.Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-66228763512193167502013-02-22T21:53:00.003-10:002013-03-09T11:03:46.991-10:00Hard parts Hard parts. Some of the hardest things are suppose to kill you. It has been said by people a hella lot smarter than I that if it doesnt kill you it only makes you stronger. I believed that for a long time; experiences have made that more (or less) a reality of sorts. Going to the brink of drowning in the surf I remember the distinct sensation of giving up; of panic; of fear; and that surviving, made me only stronger, but also more able.
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I know that succesful rescues of people, performing care that results in survival, has made me a better public servant. Losses in this field (FD) is paramount to failure. That failure is expected, that failure is 'acceptable'. Knowledge and reseach and training; all that developes into a performance of top shelf quality ( I hope ) I have shyed away from the incessant posting of surf pics & stories, not because they are not occurring; but the fact that they have lost permanance to me at times. Joy abounds still with surf, grandkids. Tending to disasters of the normal around here, the fix-it/re-model honeydew list, still bring an amount of happiness.
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The hardest thing I have ever faced was on 4/20 last year.
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That was holding my dead grandson. Here I was; less than 30 minutes from just leaving the hospital with pretty up beat news on his 02 counts, his stability.
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He had wrapped a tiniest of tiny fingers around my index finger.
I prayed like a Pope.
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We got the call right as i had 5 minutes before relating the good news to The Queen. That hit like I do not know how to explain. In the rush back to the hospital from where I had just left; I drove; I prayed that this wasnt happening. It was raining.
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Blind.
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I cant recall seeing anything; I cant recall feeling anything. We got there, I have no recollection how fast or how dangerously I may or may not have driven. No elevator would have carried us fast enough, tho' it probably did. I dont remember.
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Blind.
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Hallways were void of other persons; even if it was not, it was. You go and have to be allowed in; you have to be granted access to death. You have to be allowed to experience the greatest saddness ever, I guess. Not unfair, I understand the worry that happens at a hospital directed to women & children. That fact alone is a pisser. The grief being exposed by those gathered was real, but the people there, the people there, I did not know. I may have known their names, their occupations and roles, but I really didnt, and didnt care.
Then they had me hold him.
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He was cold; beautifully tiny, perfect in his smallness. His eyes closed for all eternity, I held him wrapped from the air conditionings cold. Here I am, surrounded by people and things and apparatus I dont recognize nor know, holding the smallest, saddest, most unfair thing in my lifes days, and I dont know anything or anyone. I truly was blind to all of it. I hated every second that moved so slowly that it very truthfully stood still. Words and things are said; I hear and answer not knowing what the fuck I said. I am breathing, I am not. I am for all accounts payable; broken. I can hardly stand. I must. I cant falter. I want to. Cry? Sure; it is expected and required. Crying isnt what torments you its that blind emptiness that fills me every second of everyday since then. It likes to retreat, hide in the mind shadows for awhile. Then when you are so sure you have overcome it; Bang. A song, a smell a word.
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And I am broken all over again.
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Im tired of crying for no reason, tired of fighting that sad feeling that comes up without warning.
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I am tired of being blind.
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Aloha.Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-73802741367383440912013-02-04T19:52:00.002-10:002013-02-04T19:52:13.925-10:00OutsanityMy word.
You aint insane. You outsane.
Its mine.
Copywrited that!
Surf. That'll do it.Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-82678726724141300352013-02-04T19:42:00.002-10:002013-02-04T19:44:38.972-10:00FamilyMy cousins and me. Around 1963 or 4.
You know what family is?
Its people you cant control, people you cant demise, people you cant stop loving.
Treat em like family.
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Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-8390790376772598482013-02-01T16:35:00.002-10:002013-02-01T16:35:28.905-10:00I promiseIm hanging in there.Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-26673564123348237532012-11-13T23:50:00.001-10:002012-11-13T23:54:12.417-10:00FailureI guess I'll close my eyes; since for the life of me I cant stand the thinking. So I've refused to think for quite sometime now. Pretty much have worked myself down to the bone and its an open fracture; just a seething woumd of hurt and no-pass craps rolls.<br />
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My grandkids are a bundle of spirit, joy and events. Some of which are less than compatible with my brain function right now. Pretty much all the time. Nothing like being sent to the bench as the father figure and have to answer all the questions, pay all the bills and struggle with all the stupidity that a family can face.<br />
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Yeah Im crying in my beer and I really have the fuck-it syndrome. Im tried out. Ive held family meetings to try to get the hoard to understand I cant do it all; i cant. Its killing me and the stress is manifesting itself in serious alcohol comsumption and major tension headaches ( hey 2 weeks straight but fuck it a stroke would cure that)... I tried ass-hole. I tried begging. None are gonna get it until the end comes and we are all out on the street. Stealing from Peter to pay Paul and juggling as fast as my hands can spin my heartless ass around is digging holes to China.<br />
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Its fear; Its failure.<br />
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Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-2049033554648305552012-11-08T17:57:00.001-10:002012-11-08T17:57:24.858-10:00RunningIve been running as fast as I can for more than a year now. Im pretty sure Ive exhausted my brains limited capacity for well...everything.
Aloha.
My terrorists are the bain and love of daily life.Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-75113215601631977372012-10-02T21:07:00.002-10:002012-10-02T21:07:38.793-10:0018 hours <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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of surfing + still an idiotHawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-64850213066842039652012-10-02T21:04:00.001-10:002012-10-02T21:04:27.764-10:00Steve "Kohnster"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He made my grandkids coffin. Ill never be able to thank this human enough<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXJjgq83IrRG0cIdMPHIwqUySBHjs_c55beNp3KJ9DrDjkL9hYOkVykWFCS9JtvttMHpbqT_ojl9IaAKljTfMoIk9tdfeyPEo1UuZpZXAGqma-tXzkoUQ4nAturegS0NkQl_dR-g/s1600/PA010004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXJjgq83IrRG0cIdMPHIwqUySBHjs_c55beNp3KJ9DrDjkL9hYOkVykWFCS9JtvttMHpbqT_ojl9IaAKljTfMoIk9tdfeyPEo1UuZpZXAGqma-tXzkoUQ4nAturegS0NkQl_dR-g/s320/PA010004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-35716775650367388622012-09-17T18:39:00.002-10:002012-09-17T18:39:29.293-10:00SucksAll I want to do is be drunk; work + sleep.
Life does not exsist.Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-48390065576038654282012-08-26T20:09:00.000-10:002012-08-26T20:09:01.079-10:00Mom...and Dad.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-85305861758950409892012-08-22T11:28:00.002-10:002012-08-22T11:28:35.711-10:00A few more shotsKekoa bday at the beach + our lttle divers....
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Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-36440156090739190422012-08-17T07:14:00.004-10:002012-08-17T07:14:57.080-10:00Myocardial InfarctionThe other shift we had a cal for an infant in cardiac arrest. I was fine thru most of it; but the wailing and heartache of the family stayed with me for a long while.
I'd say pretty much I have kinda fallen apart afterwards.
Losing our own grandson was hard; I thought I had overcome it.
There are times where certain songs; sounds; or smells just cause me for whatever reason to pretty much fall apart.
This isnt well when working out at the gym; as bawling your eyes out creates unwanted stares.
My doofus-ness continues.
But I; (thanks Ange!) will foremost care on my Moopuna's happiness.Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-77833465609715233672012-08-16T20:55:00.001-10:002012-08-16T20:55:31.657-10:00SittingI am sitting here on a Thursday nite; after another OT shift: ( I have like a insane number of OT hours) and as I sit here I realize - I am an idiot. It isnt funny or a 'hey you clown" idiot. Im an asswipe.
I have tried for eons to do everything around here for everyone in the hopes of doofi to get the pic. For this I have - 1 kid in rehab; who had his kid die due to a doofus that - (fuck it) I have done more for people that I care not for than any fuckin saint would.
I am on the verge of losing my mind/house/sanity thanks to not being able to access the person I MOST LOVE.
Fuckin Obama is great but MOFO I fucking have had it with this bullshitHawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-59809334083490202272012-08-10T20:33:00.001-10:002012-08-10T20:33:35.166-10:00Boo.What are the sane people doing?Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-48815314281042550482012-07-22T00:11:00.001-10:002012-07-22T00:11:13.547-10:00OT and lifeWork more and live less. Thats what I say. Life is nothing but work + stress + nothing but misery and heartache for now.
Oh well.Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-83349434484101152772012-06-27T21:16:00.001-10:002012-06-27T21:16:27.074-10:00Reasons to blogFrom 6 years ago - you wanna know why to keep blogging ? People like this -<br />
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If not know that your gentle comments are very much apprecated as little kisses blown by the soft winds .<br />
When I was 22, I went to Hawaï with the man I was going to love all my life long and who passed away 7 years ago . We came from Los Angeles where we were travelling and had very little money . It was fast spend in Honolulu and then we had to play Robinson Crusoë in Kauaï . Michel everynight would built a hut with 4 sticks, some palms tree branches and our beach towels and of course being in our 20's and in love we had a ball !!!! In fact it was in Kauaï airport that he asked ( I should say begged!) me to marry him . I do not think I was exactly his type but he said the magic of that week was forever in his cells and he was going to spend his life with the magician , and he did, so your beautiful part of the world is precious to me for ever and ever. I would have loved to come back and put my older feet in our young steps but can't go everywhere . Maybe you are not even hawaian but to me you are Mark from Hawaï and that is why I wanted to share this precious memories with you to say thank you and send love and light your way ...Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-10443374601901253722012-06-27T07:50:00.000-10:002012-06-27T07:50:30.553-10:00PauseThere are a great many things that give pause. I cant imagine the pain that people go thru daily; I cant stand the way life has been treating us lately. It isnt overwhelming; its just hard. I cant seem to come to grips with the little guys death; nor can I get on track with the surrounding circumstances of that loss.
There is great joys with the grandkids; Kaleo + Kekoa + Kiana are blossoming all around us, and yet I am distracted in grief. What the hell? The guys all on their own pitched in to help at a baby luau we were at; helping to load chairs and put away table and clean up the area. I was so proud of them. They did it all on their own, no asking no prodding, just started in to help. That made me smile.
Not a day goes by where the queen and I dont have some kind of conflict; some kind of issue where anger plays a big role, where love is absent. That really is starting to suck; and drains my soul daily.
I dread some days; I try to focus and yet everything is so blurred. I guess it will pass, but I wonder wistfuly at was has become of our lives?
Longing for happiness, overcome by reality, and trying to remain normal.
Some things are just impossible.Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-35993643107152664692012-05-25T20:36:00.001-10:002012-05-25T20:42:27.346-10:00Our Majiro is gone and buried now.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLYQvWuPpW8xVbujyqLs75osSc9Tp0ZgZdJZfBLyFrad4FW1eWLHl7pLq-6Ds6u9zQHRJRLNvpnxn4uBHgBkJKS8hu2xOSjEIWOWTrAmFTd4WH5lQwlf_TVe7MTtfW-pjDHuiyA/s1600/Coffin1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLYQvWuPpW8xVbujyqLs75osSc9Tp0ZgZdJZfBLyFrad4FW1eWLHl7pLq-6Ds6u9zQHRJRLNvpnxn4uBHgBkJKS8hu2xOSjEIWOWTrAmFTd4WH5lQwlf_TVe7MTtfW-pjDHuiyA/s320/Coffin1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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I wish nothing like this on anyone ever.<br />
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I'm done; I'm out; I'm forever damaged goods.
FWIW - the staff at the mortuary said they have never seen another coffin hand made of this beauty nor care. PERIOD.
I guess that makes me smile a great bit; and thankful as shit for a man like KohnsterHawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12469675.post-3724087602145305122012-04-24T11:45:00.001-10:002012-04-24T14:51:43.354-10:00Our little MajiroAloha all. We had a little angel visit us for a couple of days. Our 3rd grandson was born on 4/20. He was only 24 weeks gestation; so he came in at 1 pound 4 ounces. He fought like a champion but just couldnt beat the odds. Majiro is a little green bird that resides here in Hawaii. They are tiny; so I nicknamed him that since thats kinda what I do.
He did his darndest to strengthen himself and thrive, but it just wasnt meant to be I guess. I had visite him the morning he passed and got to have him hold my pinky with his tiny hand. I went home with positive thoughts and encouragement from the nurses and his readings in the incubator. Less than an hour later we were rushing back only to have him pass away just before we got there. The rainbow showed up while I was on my way to visit; and I thought cool, someones watching over him since it landed right about where his hospital was.
I guess it was for him to be guided to heaven later on.
Be good to each other; as we never know what life may throw at us.
Rainbow that was there on way to visit just before he passed away.
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I'm really wondering if I can survive this.Hawaiianmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12488099008700938001noreply@blogger.com3