April 5,2014 -Ten years ago today we buried my dad in Glenwood Cemetery outside of Chicago. He was 82 and had lived a remarkable life. A life that enabled me to be who I am today. His passing was the impetus for this book, this sometimes painful, but insightful reflection upon my life experiences, and the influences that brought me to Hawaii, to law, to the bench, and to a life I did not envision growing up in Chicago, But, because of his faith, wisdom and belief in me and the world in which I was growing up, I am here. And I am OK. In fact, I am quite fabulous!
I expected that this day would be a difficult one with sadness and tears punctuating my hours. As I began the day in prayer and reflection, waiting for the feeling of loss to overtake me, I became aware that I was not feeling loss or sadness. I was holding only memories of this wonderful man who loved me like no other, who believed I could do anything, who allowed me to do, be, almost anything! Not a day passes that I don’t think of my parents and I dream of them often, this day was no exception. As in all my dreams, they are simply, with me in all my experiences. It is such an incredible comfort, there is no sense of loss because they are there, always.
So today, as everyday I am reminded of the spirit of Gerald Nuckolls, Sr. my father, my mentor, my champion, my hero. I pray that you have one, too It is an incredible comfort.