Defining moments in our lives are carved in the air to stand as tall as statues. They are the pillars in our gardens. They remind us of who we became because of them. They call to us in spirit when we have nowhere else to go, and their friendship never ends. Each conversation is a beginning. Each farewell reassures a reunion. It is an ever flowing stream.
Friends have a voice that when heard it’s a song. We can dance to its beat because we know it. We are at ease. Annabeth Miguel Sayles sat at the school’s office on the first day of her new job, answering the phone, looking through papers, and wearing a smile with an uncertain confidence. She was the lone warrior at Horizon’s Academy in Haiku, and many were glad she could muster what it took to do the job so sorely needed to be fulfilled. She looked like a Precious Moments Angel figurine.
She took to the helm ever so grateful to make do as a widow, a Mom of two adult children, and a grandma of three. As I recall, there had been a shift in administration. She amazingly orchestrated all that was needed even in delivering successful fundraisers held on a golf course on the West Maui Mountains in a building designed by Frank Lloyd Wright for Marilyn Monroe. Getting along with everybody that came along required composure, tenacity, and a sense of humor. Parents, teachers, administrators, aids, and students all passed by her and needed her for this or that, and she answered and took care to see that all was done and completed. She stayed long hours. Her elegance was prime.
In the midst of school functions, we discovered in conversation a mutual torch: being preachers’ daughters. I think we both said simultaneously now that is funny ! Something about her natural beauty, her stately humility, her steadfast faith, her sincere devotion to family, her admirable strength of spirit, her common sense, and her discreet attention to the needs of others, set her apart. Her character qualities are imprinted on a solid marble like presence in attendance in my life. The details of cruelties she endured are locked in a room of confessions in the heart of hearts. We got it from our fathers who prayed to Our Father. We were cemented.