This is what I was doing on Mother's Day morning five years ago. We were staying at a hotel in Waikiki, having a lively breakfast on a deck overlooking the beachfront. All was right with the world. I had all three of my grown children with me and all of my grandchildren, too. Married for 35 years, and blessed with cherished friends, we were all here to celebrate college graduations. We were all healthy and prospering. Life was truly as good as life can be.
Later that day, Joey and I went for a walk along Waikiki's main street, and he entertained me the whole way. That boy could make me laugh like nobody's business. I couldn't have been happier.
A few short weeks later, my life had turned upside down. My son's ashes had been spread in the sea before me, and I was myself an ocean of grief.
I placed his memorial brochure beside the flowers. I wanted those passing by that precious spot to know the magnificent young man the whole world had lost.