As the youngest of five children to Kwai Wah and Elizabeth Lee, I had a front row seat observing my sister Deborah, the oldest, who was adventurous, outgoing, and an excellent floral arrangement/lei/haku creator. I received a call from Deborah in the year 1992. She was on the mainland, Seattle, I believe. Deborah told me she was awakened in her ‘na‘au” to bring Henry home, “He wants to come home, Denby.” Within a 24–48-hour period, talks between our parents and Deborah affirmed, Deborah will bring Henry ‘Ōpūkaha‘ia home.
I remember my Mom (and Dad) sharing their conversation with Deborah. “What!?! Deborah, that’s a big task, I mean what…how…Deborah we don’t have that kind of money!” With Deborah conveying how this was manifested by the Holy Spirit, how this was not just another thought but from her “na‘au”, she heard “Henry wants to come home.” The movement to bring Henry home started.
We are eight generations removed, a relative of Henry. We all knew about Henry, his story passed down through the generations, and owned Henry’s memoir written by Edwin W. Dwight. Mom reflected and started to see how God prepared the way for Henry to come home.
In the 1960s our mother Elizabeth met her Caucasian cousin, Berle Walters, who came to Haili Congregational Church. They knew of each other but never met until then. Their meeting would turn out to be momentous for the homecoming of Henry as the sharing of genealogy, getting it written on paper, was pivotal and a means for Cornwall to release “Obookiah” to his true ‘ohana.
Mom mentioned that others have tried to bring Henry home, to no avail. She mentioned a colonel, other individuals and some Hawaiian activist group. But it was God’s timing to speak to Deborah in the wee hours of that one morning, and because of God, the way was made open, specific people placed in the path for Deborah to complete the homecoming of this amazing Hawaiian.
I remember the time when the question was posed, “How would you know it’s Henry?” “What you think we would find….would he be all there?” Winkler Wood Product wanted to contribute making a koa casket. Because it was guessed that there wouldn’t be much to retrieve of his iwi (bones), a koa box approximately 2 1/2 x 3 foot was beautifully made.
But then, that call came to my parents that Henry was all there, all 6 feet of him, along with brass tacks identifying, H.O. 26. Winkler Wood Products was informed of the update, and a beautiful full-size Koa casket was completed, Wow!

Henry ‘Ōpūkaha‘ia’s homecoming was God led. Our namesake cousin, Henry Keau Kumuola Opukahaia Kelii Hoomanawanui, carries the name of Henry and both of his parents, Keau-dad, Kumuola-mom, paddled Henry’s casket on a double-hulled canoe with the Keoua Canoe Club crew from Honaunau paddling to Kealekekua Bay, signifying Henry’s return. As Henry dove in the water to swim to shore, clouds parted and the sun shone through lighting a path to the shore with dolphins rejoicing as they swam and leaped out of the water behind and alongside the canoe. Only God.
Deborah’s obedience in adhering to the Holy Spirit, taking action, and having the faith and trust in our Lord and Savior, was inspirational. I am forever grateful and thankful to my late sister, Deborah Li‘ikapeka Lee, and for our parents, Kwai Wah and Elizabeth Lee for their love for Christ and commitment of bringing Henry ‘Ōpūkaha‘ia home.
Aloha and a hui hou, my sister!
I Love you, Denby Toci









