WHITE, Stephen Michael

My big brother I remember when you were young, you were fit, fast, agile and strong. You liked to drink, fight and chase the girls but most of all you liked to hunt the wild pig and deer back home here in New Zealand. I remember one time hunting with you up the Mangamako and our dogs bailed up a stag in the stream. You went charging in and leaped onto the stags back and held onto its antlers. The next second the deer tears off down stream with you on its back and you yelling to me to hurry and bring my knife. I didn’t know if I was laughing or if I was in shock in witnessing something you only see in the movies. Damn that was funny.
There were many other fun times and events that has passed that you and I shared but when I visited you in Mildura 2022 I could not believe that the sickness had grabbed you my big big brother and now it has stolen you. Travel well my brother, give our love to the rest of the whanau when you see them.

E te Rangatira, E te tuakana
Takoto mai takoto mai
Takoto mai i runga i te atamira o te mate
Ka nui te pouri
Ka nui te maemae
Ka nui te tangi
Nau te karanga, nau te powhiri,nau te whakahuihui o te tangata
Haere i runga i te tai o te ata, ka haere mai matou i runga i te tai o te ahiahi.

No reira e te tuakana
Haere,haere,haere atu ra.

Kia ora koutou katoa, my name is Malcolm White, Stephen youngest brother the second oldest sibling in our whanau……
When Stephen was growing up in his early years in life back in the 60’s, he loved to play rugby and he especially loved to go pig hunting. Our dad once told me that he was a good pig hunter. Tau ke.
The early 70’s saw him head off to the big smoke of Wellington to begin his apprenticeship in carpentry. He carried on in that trade until 1990, when he decided to head across the ditch and join the rest of the kiwi’s working in the mines,
that was physically the last time i saw my brother.
Kua ngaro atu i te po.

I would like to take this opportunity to thankyou all for your kind sympathy and condolences to our whanau.

Nga mihi nui ki a koutou katoa.

My father,
I remember you used to always be working hard in the mines at North Goonyella, you and uncle Trev, both on your 4days on and 4days off. I remember when I used to fly down to Mackay to spend my school holidays with you and we would drive to Brisbane to visit Aunty Erena & all the cousins. I remember the last time I saw you, which was the last time I lived with you. I remember when you used to call me up, didn’t matter what time of the night it would be, you were always drunk as, always wanting to reminisce whether good or bad, until the last time I tried to call you and you never called me back.
When aunty rang to tell me you had passed, I didn’t know how to feel, and today it still hasn’t hit me. I feel numb constantly. I’m so lost dad, I miss our late phone calls, I just miss you dad, so much, with all my heart forever and ever always, Ameni