Barack Obama's tutu ('grandmother' in Hawai'ian) died to day. Without her Barack would not be the person he is today. She deserves the thanks and appreciation of the world. It is because of her that we are so close to living in a world that will set the stage for the ideals of the future.
In Hawai'ian myth the spirits of the dead journey across the ocean to the horizon, and there, where the sea forever washes the sky in his cooling water, there, there is a gap. Just big enough for spirits to pass. They is where you all travel on our last journey. Past the end of the road and over the ocean, through the gap in the world and into Lua o Milu. A land of eternal sunsets. There we wait for the ones we love to chase the sun to the edge of the world, but we wait patiently, their road is long and they shouldn't rush. But we wait none the less. 
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