Early one Sunday morning I got a phone call -  a friend of a friend, whose best friends father, Barry, had just passed away.

I spent the next three days with the family where they live in Porirua, New Zealand.

The family, feeling there was so much going on in the days leading up to his burial, wanted photographs they could look back on in quieter times and reflect.

Barry was originally from Ireland, his first was from the Cook Islands together they had four sons. When the boys were young Barry was widowed. He went on to marry a woman from the Phillipines who he had his fifth son with.

The funeral process was a blend of the family cultures and Catholism, it was also influenced by Barry's period of service in the New Zealand Army.