Whenever I fly to Hawaii, I always think of my Tutu so strongly. She was full of life; constantly singing, playing ukulele and dancing hula. Although she’s been gone for many years now and is buried on Kauai, these songs make me think of her – “Kaimana Hila (because she always sang it),” “The Koolaus Are Sleeping Now” & this, “E Ku’u Morning Dew.” So, for you, Tutu, you’re always in my heart.
(BTW, Tutu, remember when you got dressed up, then snuck off to Las Vegas in that green cadillac with the sun roof top? You’d instructed me to tell Grandpa that you’d gone to the grocery store. When he finally asked, he never believed me, anyway. He KNEW you drove to Vegas!! That must have been why he got rid of the cadillac and bought that RV thingy – you couldn’t drive it because your feet didn’t reach the pedals!!)