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Born February 18, 1951
Our Dad
Our Dad
Allow us to share with you some special moments from photos to songs that remind us of him.
And with a little bit of a background of our Dad and his journey through life.
This site will hopefully be the beginning of adding on.
Enjoy whanau.
A poem for reflection...
A poem for reflection...
You can shed tears because they are gone
Or you can smile because they lived
You can close your eyes and pray they come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that they left for you
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see them
Or you can be full of the love you shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy tomorrow because of yesterday
You can remember only that they are gone
Or you can cherish their memory and let it live on
You can cry and close your mind and feel empty
Or you can do what they would want...
Smile, open your heart, love and go on!
Ref: Wedan Photography
I Believe
I Believe
Song by The Hi-Marks
I believe for every drop of rain thats falls,
A flower grows,
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night,
A candle glows,
I believe for everyone who goes astray, someone will come to show the way
I believe, I believe
I believe above the storm, the smallest prayer will still be heard,
I believe that someone in the great somewhere hears every word,
Everytime I hear a new born baby cry
Or touch a leaf or see the sky,
Then I know why I believe
Everytime I hear a new born baby cry
Or touch a leaf or see the sky,
Then I know why I believe
He was the coolest papa who was totally dedicated to them. Often he would ring to tell me to drop off Mikaira at the roundabout in Gisborne because he was on his way home on the logging truck.
Mikaira was the apple of his eye. However Mawhai is so much like his papa. It's a cool reminder.
Papa loved his moko girls in a way that worked for both parties. Im sure he probably didnt really know how to growl them, so he just kept quiet.
Dad and uncle Bruce.
Dad loved all of his cousins. And to this day the strong bond with our Tamepo whanau is because of the vision dad and his siblings and cousins had.
Uncle Bruce misses dad dearly and Im sure that so do the rest. But our generation are greatful for the guidance and support to stay in touch. It is honestly priceless.
Dad and Uncle James
Dad was looked up to as the big brother he was. I love hearing stories from the uncles of some of dads shenanagans!
Dad and his dear aunty Peep. This photo shows so much love and from what Annie said, aunty Peep had just told him a beautiful comment that made him blush. I absolutely love this photo.
Our Tuhoe whanau adored our dad. Whenever we travelled there we would take seafood for our whanau. Dad loved them dearly with the utmost respect and admiration.
Meads Cup with whanau
Our dear uncle Api.
May they both keep eachother company. We miss you both so much.
Dad loved his club 'Te Puia Springs Golf'. Lifelong friends, good buggers and money lost from haggles because of his terrible golfing... or maybe from the gins!
The Meads Cup win. East Coast vs Whanganui.
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