So many memories in all those beautiful photos - I remember the last time I saw you at Aunty Shirley's ( big house ) you said you were going to get a giant skip and put all her things in it! You also called me Miss which my Dad did too , I'm sure it's a big catch up for you all up there Sending love

I will always remember your laugh, your great sense or humour & ability to take the piss out anything. Farewell my cousin & thankyou for the memories.

I am so happy we got to catch up last year, you were as I remembered your infectious laugh and never calling me my name always miss or girl. You were my twin albeit 10 years apart, I must admit I always had a gigle knowing you were 10 years older. Rest in peace my bro xx

Many fond memories of you when growing up in Owhata. Lots of love from the Hawkins family Rest easy Wayne

Smooth roads trucker! Catch you on heavens highways one day x

It has been a long time since we spoke or have seen each other bout blood is strong. I have been reminiscing of our childhood and all the madcap things we did from the innocence of collecting pine candy neeup the farm road and selling them from a loaded wheelbarrow to our neighbours to the pilfering of change and heading to the dairy for sweets when we should have been elsewhere. I am sure you and your friends gallivanting around Rotorua created quiet mayhem. I remember the time you rode your bike to Hamurana and dived into the wishing well to get some money. How freezing cold it was and you rode home in wet clothes almost hypothermic. I didn’t know you as an adult but I think the charm and humour you had as a child and young adult would have made you good company with your mates. Rest in peace brother. Debbie.

Wayne was always up for a yarn. It didn't matter how long it had been since you'd last seen him, you could be calling past and still there talking an hour later. It was only a couple of weeks ago I last saw you, we'd both been sick and our conversation was interrupted by our bouts of coughing. You pulled out cough lollies from your pocket and was stuffing my pocket with them and when I had said I only needed one, you wanted to make sure I had some for the road. Reflecting back on that conversation now, what was meant to be a 5-minute visit lasted an hour, but during that time we chatted all things life - health, politics, family, the mental load of the last few years and even death. I'm comforted knowing during that conversation I reiterated our sincere thanks for all you did for Nana, it is a lot of work and please rest assured that work did not go un-noticed. A key memory coming to mind this week is your modes of transport to get places. During COVID I relocated to Rotorua to look after Nana after hospit

You were a funny bugger for sure. Out of the memories I have of you the two that come clearly are the dynamite the we flogged from the F.R.I. while out riding around on our push bikes, we weren’t stupid, we thought it was safe to hide under your house for another day! The second was in Form 2 when we had a releaving teacher and we were in the back room throwing powered paint everywhere, didn’t take long and we were both in the shit (again) due to the girls white blouses being covered in paint and the teacher leaving the class in tears. As much havoc that could be had we did it. Thanks for always being a great mate. When it comes to good, salt of the earth good buggers you are among the very small brigade. We are sorry that we can’t be there to have a final farewell beer but will do it elsewhere in memory of you. Cheers to you mate