Saturday, April 11, 2009 we gathered at Nuuanu Mortuary to say good bye to Harry Mau.  Harry had touched many lives and within half an hour the parking lot was full and over flow parking was added across the street.  It was a beautiful sunny day with gentle breezes touching the flowers in the cemetery surrounding the hall.  People were lined up to pay their respects to the family left behind and within no time the line was out the door and down the drive. 

A picture of Harry, recently taken, must have been his last birthday bash in Waimanalo, with lei and the infectious smile and twinkle in his eye was used for the program as well as placed at the front .  When I saw this photo I had to pause and gather myself.  It suddenly hit me, Harry was gone.  I won't see him driving his big white pick up truck around Waimanalo with his arm in the window.  I won't run into him at a horse event.  He is gone.  How can that be?  I just spent the day with him in Waimanalo talking about goats... I was looking to find a milking goat because my doctor told me to get off cow milk and I thought if anyone knows where to get a milking goat, Harry will. 

How many of us, when needing something, had turned to Harry for his wisdom and knowledge about animals and plants.  I can't imagine the number because anyone who knew Harry knew that he loved to share what he knew. The numbers must be mind boggling. 

During the service, Harry's son in law provided an eulogy that I personally felt summed Harry up well.  There was history, humor, and love.  Harry was Dr. Doolittle, Ben Cartwright from Bonanza, and Fred Sanford of Sandford and Sons...

Harry was a special person and will be missed by many.  If you have story about Harry that you wouldn't mind sharing I would love to hear it.  Keep his memory alive and tell his story through your eyes.  While sitting at the funeral I would have loved to go around and ask, "How did Harry touch your life?"  and then listen to the story... tell me now... I want to listen.