I got schooled on HONOUR

 I got schooled on HONOUR.


I thought I knew honour - how to give it, when to give it.

Deep word. Deep word with little words to fully describe it.

We buried our Tatalevu 2 days ago and this was the word that I received from all that was said about him. Honour. So full of honour.

"the quality of knowing and doing what is morally right"

We were strong and being funny when we took his body out from the morgue and to our home. But it was the moments just before they had to take him out of home to church, that really hits the spot. Where all the memories flood in on our last sight of him and we realize that we won't have moments with him anymore. We (the girl cousins) gathered around his casket and sobbed because we remember our childhood and realize being in the village was comforting because he was there. His presence was always comforting. Sharp and present and attentive, looking out for everyone, right up until his day. He knew where he was going and how he wanted to go and that's exactly how it happened.

So precious to hear of his last days and his confidence in his time.

I'm blessed to be raised by fathers who live honorably.

Being surrounded by a society that lacks honour it was a breath of fresh air to be reminded of the stuff that live on forever - character and the fragrance of how you lived your life.

I'm saying I got schooled on honour because I thought it was this new revelation I been learning, when really I grew up all around it.

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ~Maya Angelou

Moce Mada Tatalevu. Vina'a a veisusu vina'a.



 

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