
Friends and family described him as being “full of aloha”,
always ready to welcome and help another, attributes befitting his given
Hawaiian name, “Makuahanai”, which translates to a parent who fosters, feeds or
adopts. A native son of Hawai’i, Eddie’s love for the sea and his people earned
him a spot on the Hokule’a, a voyaging canoe that set out to follow the ocean
paths of ancient Polynesian ancestors, utilizing only traditional navigational
tools and skills. When the canoe capsized several miles south of Moloka’i, it
was Eddie who would “go”, as he hopped on a surfboard and paddled off towards
land in an effort to save his crew. He was never seen again.
One may ask why I’m dedicating a blog to Eddie Aikau since I
don’t surf and I’m certainly not a water person. I’m not quite sure myself
except that as the island prepared for this rare event and thousands of people
made the journey to the North Shore to share in it’s magnificence, I found
myself moved and deeply interested. I pondered on the significance of this
single human life and what he stood for. Here was a Hawaiian braddah, hailing
from humble local circumstances, very little formal education and no career
aspirations that the world would consider lofty or even economically
sustainable. But Eddie followed his heart, his passion and I’d like to believe,
the call of his ‘ohana and ancestors that came before him. He was brave, true,
authentic. In a sports arena where your life was on the line daily, his courage
and masculinity were not emblems of bravado and ego, but marks of an inherited,
developed talent and gifts of service and aloha. He had to have been scared,
whether riding a 30-foot-wave or paddling off to seek land on a lone surfboard.
But he went anyway, time and again, he went despite any fears, self-doubts and
expectations. He went because he loved; he loved and respected the ocean, he
loved to surf, he loved people. And as a Hawaiian, as a woman, as a person of
this ‘aina, I want to emulate the values that he stood for.
