Aiomanu F. Taeoalii

Dad: It's been a a whole month since you left us. I think of you everyday and forever miss you. It's been said that we'll find strength in each tear we cry. It seems that every tear I cry does not end. Maybe it is the season, or maybe your warmth and our talks are what I miss. Thank you for being a beautiful and wise man. I love you. Lise

Grandpa Manu,
The Candy Man.
Love, "HElli" and Taeoalii

A poem was given to me to remember you this Christmas, dad....

My Best Christmas in Heaven

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below,
with tiny lights like heavens stars
reflecting in the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear.
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs,
that people hold so dear.
But the sounds of music can’t...

Tausoa and Tapai miss you very much.I wish you were here to see them grow but I know you are always watching over them. We love you very much. Thank you for everything you have blessed us with. Merry Christmas Grampa!!! Lots of Umas and Hugs...

Dear Crampa, I luv u lots and miss u. Christmas wont be the same without u. Love Always, Leitu

Dad, I miss you so much and wish you were still here. Time was too short. I know you're in a better place but yet still near, watching over us. Merry Christmas and Have a Happy New Year. You will always be in my mind and Heart. Alofa Tele, Lau Afafine Pele, Siuao.

The night Aiomanu Taeoalii leaves us,
the moon calls his whole
universe of stars to his bedside.

It is November and childrens voices sparkle
in bright octaves
across the fabric of night.

The air so clear
the whole valley is shimmering
like a sea of gold plankton
igniting.

Mountains dark shoulders
try to crowd out the briliance,
but the moon lifts his great hand
and still lights...

The night Aiomanu Taeoalii leaves us,
the moon calls his whole
universe of stars to his bedside.

It is November and childrens voices sparkle
in bright octaves
across the fabric of night.

The air so clear
the whole valley is shimmering
like a sea of gold plankton
igniting.

Mountains dark shoulders
try to crowd out the brililance,
but the moon lifts his great hand
and still lights...

I will miss your smiling face at Christmas. Holidays will never be the same. Love you always,
Ali