Well, at least we had two blissful days of peace. Ugh. He’s back.

Can anyone explain to me why, when I listen to Israel Kamakawiwoʻole’s lovely voice, my cheeks always become wet? I do wish he was still among the living. I cried when I heard him sing while he was alive too, so it’s not his death that causes the tears.

Is it a primal longing for the islands (I was too little to know when we were there) tugging on my heart?

The Curmudgeon is truly sick of seeing me cry when I wear my ear buds.