I hail from the little valley of Kāretu in the Bay of Islands and the name of our urupā, our cemetery there, is Pūhangahau. In Pūhangahau there is a strip of soil about 10 to 15 metres long full of unmarked graves and I remember asking my grandfather, "What are these—what's happened here?" I remember him telling me that's where the people who died in our valley during that pandemic were buried, and they died so quickly they didn't have a chance to record the names or where those particular people were buried. So there are people lying in our urupā there in Kāretu whose names we don't know and, as a result, whose whakapapa links to us we don't know—and whakapapa is what connects Māoridom. It's what connects me to Peeni Henare, it's what connects me to Nanaia Mahuta, it's what connects me to Dr Shane Reti, and it connects me to all the other Māori that are here in this Whare. 