I made some mango black tea this morning and immediately missed my grandfather; on my last visit to him in Hawaii Kai before he died, I had bought several tropical fruit flavored black teas. It’s amazing how smells and tastes can trigger the most emotional responses. I was so sad during the yoga session I just finished that I finally cried about losing him last month. He was always the kindest member of the family and it’s hard to imagine never being able to hug him again. Phoebe keeps asking me when we will go back to Hawaii. She knows that her great grandfather has passed but she says she feels Hawaii is her real home and misses the warm green waters of Kailua Bay on the other side of Oahu. I grew up visiting my grandfather every summer. Maybe when I finish my degree we might move there for a while to be close to the land and the memories of my grandfather but I’ll always return to California.