I was connecting to someone from Sale'imoa on FaceBook and found this picture of brother Viliamu on his pictures. Viliamu's youthful and handsome face brought me tears as I thought of his time with us on this earth. He has done so much tautuaga to our parents and family that I will never forget him. From raising a family in a plantation to support our family to running the first family car that always seem to have problems, his help to the family and even to the kids with no homes in Wellington is a testament to his true heart.
Just one story about brother Viliamu:
When we first settled in Lotopa, we had a fale Samoa and most of the land was covered with tall trees. It was eerie dark when the sun disappeared. I still remembered one night when we just finished our dinner. The only people I could remember at the time was mom, dad, Lagi and me. There may have been others but it's been so long. We had just moved from grandpa Toalepai's in Lalovavea.
The only light we had was a moli tu, a small kerosene lamp with a glass that helps the light to shine further out. Although it was not that bright, but it was all we had.
I remember Viliamu was about two or so years old and he was running back and forth in the house. Then at one time, he ran and fell right over the kerosene lamp. He screamed in much pain. He had a real serious burn on his stomach. But I also remembered the scream of our mom that echoed throughout the night in the area. Thank God that mom had the 'Taulasea' gift from his mom, Lavalea and was able calm down Viliamu's pain. It took a while to sooth his pain on that fateful night. If you've seen and remember that huge scar on his stomach, that was from the moli kalasini on that unforgettable night.
Until we meet again, our love and affection will never fade for you brother Viliamu. Your humility, love of family and being another comedian in the family will never be forgotten.
Families are Forever,
Savea
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