When i think back on the past decade and the connections that wove through my 20s there is one that stands alone. I guess in a sense Jawonday and I shared many similarities…. Which reminds me the first time I heard his name in high school.
“Hey! I met someone that looks and acts just like you…”
Someone as … Out there as I? Impossible…
But then I met him. And instantly I was able to count in another brother. I soon came to realize that maybe we truly were two peas in a podcast? I mean some of the ways we were similar were scary at times.
I remember the jokes that didn’t land and the laughter that pained my stomach. I remember camping both for Raleigh and just because. I remember late nights by a fire and early mornings culling casuarinas. I remember arguments both ignorant and passionate. I hope the ways in which our spirits mirrored each other live on through me. Maybe one day we truly will Get It Green?
Jawonday was a friend I jumped with in spontaneity and sat with in silence. He challenged me and I hope at times I did the same.

He always asked the questions of me that I forgot to ask myself.
Thus, I have a question to pose for all hearing this.
How many hours are in a day? …
And we were always told to get at least 8 hours of sleep growing up.
Then what I will say next is divinely designed. What will we do with the 16 hours we’re awake to honour Jawonday’s memory? Each day… how can we turn 16 hours into a tangibly better Bermuda? How can we utilize 16 hours to challenge our own beliefs and step into becoming people our community needs.
To carry Jawonday’s legacy let’s dedicate 16 to #16. Everyday. Love you like life dear broski and I will carry you with me as I carry on.
Love to everyone grieving this loss and strength to all celebrating a unique soul.