One of my favourite all-time views of Tauranga Moana is the stunning view of the river and valley that opens its arms and your eyes as you cross the Wairoa River - a couple of clicks north of Bethlehem.
To the right and the left as you cross the bridge, you see a snapshot of why it is we love to live in this special place on the planet, and when you turn right off the bridge, heading north, there is another special place that I call "the launching pad".
I drive past Waipuna Hospice - or the launching pad - at least once a day, sometimes three or four times back and forth from Te Puna into town and I never tire of the visual treat that changes from season to season, like the colours on an artist's canvas as they capture the beauty for others to enjoy.
Like all hospices, it's a place where many of us stand a good chance of being launched into the next life and a place where recently a couple of my good mates were treated with the utmost dignity as they faced their final days.
It wasn't until I had the opportunity to spend some time at the launching pad that I really understood what goes on. The veil of unspoken fear was lifted for me by the wonderful team who walk many of our whanau and friends through their final days.