We spread the ashes of my mother, Marka Ann Oliver Wilson Hibbs, last week off this point at Ha’ena, right around the corner from the northernmost part of Kauai and thus of all the Hawaiian Islands. She had a place there for 20 years, and it was her favorite on Earth.
After paddling out on surfboards, family friend Tommy and I performed the ritual — as another friend wrote afterwards, “Nice place to be for eternity” — and then we tossed plumerias after her into the blue, both strung as leis and loose.
The blooms were carried back up to the beach on the waves, and lined the sand for hundreds of feet.
That’s my niece Michelle in the photo above, among her grandmother’s flowers.