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Sometimes life doesn't go according to plan. Sometimes you get the hard stuff. The last month of 2016 was a challenging one for our whānau, culminating in a family funeral two days before Christmas. But that's not really where it culminated; in reality the whole of that exhausting, emotional and uncertain time was the culmination - of a life, of an era, of the threads that bring us and hold us together. We farewelled my husband's mother with words and memories and emotion. We didn't see it coming, but we saw it end. And that feels right. As a culture, we're not great at handling death. We fight it, we fear it, we find it almost impossible to calmly accept a process as inevitable as the tide.

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Donnel's Promise
by Anna Mackenzie