Bio, exhibit D

'A Good Day To Die Hard' - (the best title of the franchise) I lived an exceptional life. I truly did count my blessings. I am grateful for the wonders, joys and sorrows. I apologize for the wrongs, even if it pains me to apologize. There are some assholes out there that don't deserve my apology, but life isn't about holding on it is about releasing. I release you, I have set you down. I am on to Valhalla. 

Speaking of assholes, who does she think she is? 

Funeral - Please serve shanghai pork and veggie lumpia, Hawaiian food or bentos (which will make it easier to distribute). I would like daikon in the bentos with brown rice. (Suck it if you don't eat brown rice).

I would like Father Peter Miti to conduct the funeral, but I know it is busy during the holidays. Anyone will do, maybe that Red Sox fan Priest from St. I don't know the name in Kalihi? He has a relative that works for NESN, thus he receives free tickets to the games at Fenway. I told him I prayed for Derek Jeter, when he had a season ending injury. (Didn't I say I've released people?) 

I still want those at Mass wearing Red Sox gear to the service. (Oh, well, stock up on gear now). I would like a New Orleans second line to perform. If, not just play "When I Die You Better Second Line" and "Do You Know What It Means to Miss New Orleans". Please pay someone to hula "To You, Sweetheart Aloha". I would like "Sweet Caroline" to be sung, by the mass attendees (all seven of them. Just kidding only eight people will attend). 

I leave my "Oribio" Red Sox jersey to Corah, don't have me wearing it at the funeral. You can buy me another white Sox jersey. Hee-hee-hee. Size med. please. Corah you brought me so much happiness. I learned so much about life from you. I pray that you will grow up in a peaceful world. 

My sister receives my copy of "Faithul" by Stewart O'nan and Stephen King. Because she doesn't believe in buying books and that book is one of my favorites. I love you very much, Little one. 

Mo, you brought peace and smiles to some gloomy days. 

If, my art could be complied into a book to offset my funeral expenses. My framed red painting should cover something. (Throw in my comics and camera to help alleviate expenses). Mel, you can have my Hawaiian bracelet. If somehow I have money left over please donate equally to: St. Francis School in Mānoa (Go get 'um Sister Joan), Moanalua Elementary in honor of my mother, Damien Memorial School in honor of my father, the University of Texas football program, University of Texas Women's Futbol (Soccer) my working place (new equipment) and Melanie M. (go live out your dreams). 

Tell Coach Bill Belichick I'll open up the gates for him. Stop my Zumba membership - contact Customer Service on the website. Return my library books and keep this website going. I'll leave instructions somewhere. Leave a copy of the latest RHCP cd, Winds of Winter (and the rest of the 'Fire and Ice' series) and the next Bone Season series book...somewhere where I can listen to or read it. I want my ashes split into three and placed: 1. Fenway Park, 2. for the next Sox stadium, and 3. Poipu Beach tidepools on Kauaʻi. Wait for low tide, walk straight on to the sand bar and then distribute on the right side (opposite of baby beach) of the beach. The tidepools pass the sand bar, or whatever the technical term is. Is it a jetty? Those tidepools are quite magical. You want to experience the divine? Lie flat on your back in those tidepools and soak in God's work. Think of me during the Bengals "Who Dey" chant. Opening day of the Sox season. When the Patriots win in the snow. When you see a plumeria tree, and the poor bum who has to clear up all the fallen leaves. So many instructions...and a partridge in a pear tree. 

With my last breathe, I didn't think about gun control (if that is how I perish, please reform the gun laws in this country. For Sandy Hook).
...or that was a large shark that just swallowed me. I didn't think about why is Darth Vader force choking me (I thought you died at the end of Return of the Jedi?)? I didn't think about, damn you White Walkers why didn't you just stay beyond the wall. With my last breathe I said, Lord I am ready. 

Yipee-ki-yay... Go Red Sox!

The end is here

I hope an angel will help me as I will be a, sort of, newbie. I drowned when I was younger and I didn't go into the light. I hope I don't stick around and haunt. I hope my angel is Bryan Johnson. 

I do only like my art.

I have a death Pinterest board. I pinned the flowers that I want on my coffin, songs I want played and which food I want served after the ceremony. At the light appetizer reception, I would like a second line to perform. Know of a group?

I think the end is near.

These flowers are not on my Pinterest board. But, I like the white roses in a baseball shape. I want to be wearing my Red Sox jersey in my coffin. I don't know if I'll have funeral. I don't want anyone to be invited to whatever I'll have at the end. No family, no friends.  Nothing.




"Death is nothing at all I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other That we are still Call me by my own familiar name Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we always enjoyed together Play, smile, think of me, pray for me Let my name be ever the household word that it always was Let it be spoken without effort Without the ghost of a shadow in it Life means all that it ever was There is absolute unbroken continuity What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind Because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you for an interval Somewhere very near Just around the corner All is well. Nothing is past; nothing is lost One brief moment and all will be as it was before How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!" -  Canon Henry Scott-Holland, Canon of St Paul's Cathedral (1847 - 1918) It's in a poem form so no punctuations.