Easter Sunday of 2021 was a day etched into my brain forever. The worst of phone calls revealed an unimaginable loss.

A dear friend, Anthony, lost his life in a tragic, shocking accident and in the days and weeks afterwards the world seemed a blur.

I was asked to speak at the wake/gathering after the funeral and below is an excerpt, modified, of the spoken word piece I wrote to process the collective greif and memories of the thousands who had gathered.

In reading these back I know the words flowed through me, rather than came from me. I still read them today and see them as new. A call to life, borne of the exprience of death.

I trust these make you think about your days ahead. They do mine.

~ Daz

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Live life.

Get in some strife.

Have a crack,

and don’t hold back.

Pick up the journal

or random guitar.

Get some creativity

on your personal radar.

The reminders to not waste a moment,

well, they’re are all around.

Crisp winter air on your cheeks,

or bare feet on the ground.

You’ll hear it in the sound

of the birds in the trees.

You’ll see it in the turquoise

of aqua clear seas.

And although times will be tough

and we’ll have a bad day.

Choose to live.

Choose to live life full.

On each new day.

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