Cecily Miller-Heperi

“During World War 2 my Dad served with the 28th Maori Battalion in D Company. He was plagued by night terrors and migraines due to a bullet shrapnel lodged in his temple. Eventually dementia took over. When he started forgetting the names of his children we all knew that he didn’t have much time left with us.”

A Soldier's Farewell

“Dad couldn’t come home, so we brought home to dad. he was always surrounded by mokopuna, laughter, karakia, waiata, and rugby. Giving Dad the aroha and the manākitanga he needed in the last days of his life allowed him to peacefully travel through the veil.”