It’s been eight years, but for many, the pain still feels fresh.

In the quiet town of Karatu, the memory of a tragic school bus crash still hangs heavy. Thirty-two young students, two dedicated teachers, and a kind-hearted driver lost their lives that day—lives full of promise, laughter, and bright futures that were suddenly cut short.

The entire nation mourned. Families were shattered, communities came together in grief, and from the wreckage, three children were miraculously rescued—offering a glimmer of hope amid unimaginable loss.

Even now, people still gather to remember. Flowers are laid gently, names are spoken with care, and tears fall for what was lost. Time may move on, but the sorrow remains.

This isn’t just about remembering—it’s a promise. A promise to never forget.

We remember. Always.