Violent crime is relatively rare in Hawaii. We live in Paradise, after all. Everything here is filled with "aloha." Drivers are more polite. People are friendly. Things move at a slower pace. I don't hear shouting from the streets every night like I did when I lived in Portland. It's always sunny, always warm. It's hard to imagine that in the midst of this, there was a family in turmoil.
They say that Maui is a small island - everybody knows everybody sooner or later. I experienced this myself when my husband and I went to a bar this weekend and I ran into one of the approximately 5 people that I know on the island so far. Lanai is even smaller. So I wonder, did people know? The other family members, the neighbors, teachers, friends? Did they know that this family was in turmoil? Or were there no warning signs that things were about to tragically explode?
Details in the Maui News were scant. Neighbors said that the family was nice, that they knew of no problems, that they were shocked. I wonder, how well do we know each other, even in a small community such as this? How can you really ever know another person or what they are capable of?
Tragedy is, of course, sad, no matter who or when or where it strikes. But it seems particularly sad in this beautiful place, especially when there was so much left behind. I hope that someone good and kindhearted gets to keep those poor orphaned children. I hope that they don't grow up haunted by this terrible act of violence. And I hope that they can grow up still knowing love and aloha.