Georgia Lea Horvath and her husband of North Bend, Washington, were grieving the loss of their 26-year-old son, Scott. The three of them had planned a Hawaii trip before he passed. As the departure date approached, neither grieving parent wanted to go. One day, however, Georgia re-considered. Maybe the trip would distract them. They invited her mother to join them.
The island was beautiful. One morning Georgia and her husband took a walk along the beach where black lava had hardened into the water. All around the Big Island, people leave names and messages made out of white stones on this lava, so they decided to leave a message: “Aloha, Scott 1/11/72 – 9/15/98,” it read. (Aloha means ‘hello,’ ‘goodbye,’ and ‘love.’) The couple took a picture of it and walked on.
“The next day we took my mom for a walk,” says Georgia, “and when we reached that place, she spotted the message right away.” Georgia thought it would have been washed away by the waves because it was right next to the ocean. Everyone was thrilled that the writing was still there.
On that day, the Horvaths had planned to take a 12-hour drive around the entire island. The night before, a neighbor suggested they avoid a certain area. “Don’t bother to turn off at the south end of the island to see the most southern tip of the United States,” he cautioned them. “It isn’t worth the drive on a dirt road, and nothing is there anyway.” The couple agreed. This man certainly knew more than they did about tourist attractions.
They had completed the first part of their journey, and Georgia was driving when she saw the sign: TURN HERE to see the Southern-most tip. “Remember,” said her husband, “this is where that man said to go back.”
“I remember,” Georgia said, and started to turn. Then, at the last minute, she veered back, bouncing down the dirt road. “We’re here,” she said to her surprised husband. “Let’s go as far as we can.”
He shrugged. Up ahead he could see more black lava, just like the kind they had seen yesterday. Just then the path ahead separated, and Georgia had to turn left or right. “My hand seemed to turn towards the left,” she says.
They drove to the edge of the lava, and stopped. The area was completely deserted, just water splashing along the shore and once again, lots of white stone messages all over from people who had visited. “We got out of the car and started to walk,” Georgia says. “Then all three of us stopped. Ahead of us was a message written on a white stone: “Love U 2,” it said. “Scott.”
All three adults started to weep. “It was a message from Scott,” Georgia says. “We know he didn’t actually write it, but the fact that we almost didn’t go to that area, and when we did stop, there it was… well, we were meant to see it.” It made their trip, and aided their mourning. Scott was not gone, they knew now, just enjoying a beautiful piece of heaven.
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