As soon as the radio presenter said Mahinarangi’s name I knew they were going to say that she had died, and I started crying. I can’t remember ever feeling so upset about the death of someone I barely knew.
Her openness about her experience of mental illness had a profound effect on me when I was a teenager and just beginning to come to terms with my own illness. Her strength has continued to inspire me, and her songs have been a touchstone during some of my darkest moments.
Kai kiri te manawa, tangi atu te waiata aroha mo koe kua wheturangitia.