Yesterday’s memorial service for my sister went very, very well. It rained just enough to show respect, then cleared to blue sky and sunshine.

Bonnie wanted to be sent off in her Episcopal Church tradition, and she got that with a wonderful Hawaiian twist. She was a member of the Emmalani Serenaders, all members of the Daughters of Hawaii, and would have been there to perform with them yesterday if it hadn’t been her own service.

In addition to friends from the Daughters, there was a group from her high school class (University High Class of 1961), another contingent from her former church (Church of the Holy Nativity in Aina Haina), several of our neighbors and friends, and a handful of relatives.

I’ll have some photos and a couple of videos posted later today (hopefully).

In the meantime, there was one unexpected moment that gave me pause.

I was talking with a few of her high school classmates. One was holding the school yearbook from their senior year, 1961. He opened it and started to flip to the page with her class photo, but the book fell open to display a full page photo.

I looked down and did a double take. I was looking at my skinny 8th grade self. It’s a picture of me blocking a shot during an intramural basketball game. Out of all the pages it could have opened to….

Once I pointed out myself in the photo, everyone twittered about the coincidence.

As a reporter, I generally didn’t believe in coincidences.

So this one just hangs there in my mind when I think back over the morning.

More later.