Tangiweto

I spent the entire weekend at my nanas funeral up north in Te Kao

I thought because we were expecting it that it would be easier..but it wasnt.

Te Kao is a lil farm town right at the tip top of NZ. Its super primitive, kids bare-back riding their pet horses to the dairy n what not.

I hated it to be honest.
Not JUST because im a city kid and there was no reception....
I just really dont like the Maori proticol.
being welcomed ontp the marae everytime we got there was tiresome, i was wearing slim highcut leather chucks which are a mega bitch to get on and off so i skipped going into the marae as much as possible.
The old Kuia (old women) who spoke ranted on about random topics such as why you should love your children otherwise they will commit suicide and that kids in the old days used to do what you said without questioning when kids today question to much.

ummm sorry why are we here again? cause i was under the impression we were at a funeral not a right to complain gathering.

So that was rather innapropriate.

There was 3 services and each were equally as snoresville. They spoke mostly in Maori which i cant understand and there was a song in maori after every speech which i didnt know the words to.
The people there tend to stare blatently as if so say what am i doing here since im considerably whiter than them.

I got the honour of carrying the coffin from the car to the grave which was cool. Lowering her was the hardest, possibly the 6th time i had cried that day.

Im just glad shes not in pain anymore.
xox nan