Walter Kaimiola Kotrys Eulogy (well maybe)

My brother is in charge of the Eulogy to be given 19Mar13. In the event that he cannot proceed to carry on this. I will step up to the plate and deliver this piece of gold to his love ones. I will always be my brothers keeper... His Righteous right hand, His Ears, and His voice. Whenever he needs me ill be there. I got your back Chad...You'll always be my baby brother. This is some deep shit so get ready.

Eulogy of My Faddah Waltah Kotrys

My dad Walter was an awesome Dude. He was a father, husband, brother, grandfather and friend to many people. To me and Chad he was more than just our father; he was our Hero and the inspiration to become the men we are today. I always admired my dad and had a great deal of respect for him. The words i use to describe him are that of my own view, of a man who woke up in the morning inhaled patriotism and exhaled freedom. The following rave and rant is only a small portion to describe how much he meant to me.

My dad was a very organized and hardworking man. Any job or task He was apart of was very important to him and all his friends and family knew it. My dad always aspired to go that extra distance to make sure whatever he was doing was just a little more better than what the projected outcome was suppose to be. If any of you out there were to take a second to look back and remember dad always trying to get his hands involved in what the group was doing, you would look back and be like "huh, waltahz hands were never idle" I am very proud of my dad and everything that he accomplished. He came from a Great set of parents and siblings and built a kingdom for his family from the ground up. He went from a young lad learning to fish and dive from his uncles, surfing with his boiz, paddling, riding dirbikes and owning an SR5 to an illustrious career dealing death in a fucking M1A1 Abrahms tank and retiring like a baws with 20 plus years of patriotic service to america. My dad taught me a lot about hard work and dedication to any cause i become apart of. In turn i worked my ass off to earn whatever i deserved as a kid. I didn’t always enjoy it, who the hell wants to wake up 0530 in the morning before school, water grass and plants then rush to make the bus on time. His answer to my complaints about being late for school. "manage your time wisely and wake up earlier!" but looking back I am happy for the experience, Through him taking me under his wing, i learned a lot about manhood, the ocean, yard work, and how to be a great person like he was. I am happy to be the waterman i am today and continue on his legacy.

Even though my dad spent alot of time deployed and training, he always made it a priority to spend as much time together as a family. My father wanted me to learn about bust ass work and being responsible, but I know that he also wanted me by his side helping him because he enjoyed training and spending time with me. I didn’t always agree with his methods of teaching, but always got along with them. We worked well together and were able to accomplish some incredible feats, like sodding an entire quarter acre of yard by hand, chasing 500+ rats from a tool shed, and growing plants like we worked at a damn botanical garden. My father loved anything with water and we often took fishing trips for hours and hours on end, even after promising my mom that we'll be home in just a few hours. His favorite activities were fishing, diving, yard work and busting me and chads balls. He would always refer to chad as squid or squid head. and would make comments about why my head is pointy at the top. "like a torpedo" he would say to me. I think my mother loved my dad for his sense of adventure and excitement, never ceasing to impress her with whatever he did. I like to think that i carry on his tradition non chalantly with the ladies in my life. i constantly learned something new from this man whenever we did anything. He would take us everywhere, just learning from watching or getting scolding for not doing something right. One of the stories i remember is him telling me that "he wanted to kill me!" queue fishing trip one night with chad lantern and snake.

My father was very quiet and many would describe him as being just a guy that one would be happy to have in their company. He would sit their quietly and listen to anyones story. i think that was the catch about him. People could talk for days to him and he would give them all the time in the world.  Because of his subtle nature my pops had a lot of friends. His co-workers loved and respected him and when you met him it was hard not to like him. Once upon a time in my young life my father loved to entertain guest and would have big pa'inas at our house. Music, darts, ping pong, and budweisers. He was always out on the grill burning shit, and talking about experiances and life in general.

My dad was a very generous man and always willing to give his hand for as long as it took to get the job done. He was also very wise and you could go to him with any problem. My dad taught me a lot about hard work, love for friends and family, appreciation for the ocean and respect for others. I know that I will be filling big shoes, but I hope that I can continue on his legacy. I will miss my father more than words can say and will never forget him.

Thanks Dad,

Love Brandonn Kealiinohomoku

The Life Jar

Another of the many  things i dislike is other peoples ideas on how your life should be, Seriously if it really mattered how you think i should live my life then how about you move in with me, pay my bills and tell me what do to. Or you can shutup and stop worrying about other people and take care of your own shit. Well one day i watched this video of this teacher telling his point of view on how life should be lived. At first i was skeptical but decided to indulge him for the time being. This is what i saw in a nutshell.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.

When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full.

They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.

The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls..

He then asked the students again if the jar was full.

They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.

Of course, the sand filled up everything else..

He asked once more if the jar was full...
The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'

The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.

The students laughed..

'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car..

The sand is everything else---the small stuff.

'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.

The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.

Spend time with your children.

Spend time with your parents.

Visit with grandparents.

Take your girl out to dinner.

Play another 18.

There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.

Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter.

Set your priorities.

The rest is just sand.
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented.

The professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked.'

The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.

Remember fellow Spartans
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS..........
IT'S LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN

Peace out