Life stories: I remember you, Koro
Life stories: Loved ones remembered
Christmas and driving to Whakatane as a child was a trip that seemed so long and hot.
Our old Cortina had seen better days - our whanau nicknamed our car the 'Bomb', because that's what it needed, they would say in unison. The bird poo on the windscreen annoyed me. The arguing with my siblings and the countless warnings from Mum. all this to be with you Koro.
For the last 30 minutes of our trip the excitement would build and as Dad would make the final turn our eyes would be transfixed on the huge oak tree. "That tree is the same age as me," Mum would whisper as we neared the whanau home.
There you were Koro, sitting patiently waiting for us as you always did.
You are my Grandfather and I miss you every day.
Thank you for loving me unconditionally, for being present and for encouraging us all to be great.
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