Danny MCNABB

Danny McNabb January 28, 1982 - July 31, 2005 Funeral arrangements by Jenkens Funeral Home Cremation and Reception Centre Danny passed away accidentally but peacefully in his new hometown of Victoria B.C. on July 31st, 2005. Danny was born in Thunder Bay, Ontario on January 28, 1982. Dan was the unofficial spokesperson for the less fortunate. He was also their defender, using his biting wit or his even more biting fists to make sure no one took advantage of them. Danny’s range of gifts was remarkable. He was a talented singer and music writer for a number of bands. He could play piano (winning 1st place at the Thunder Bay Music Festival when he was just 7 years old), and the guitar (self taught). He was the backup musician for his sister Nancy when she sang. He was truly an eccentric genius, winning every game he played and able to converse and interact on a peer level with everyone from a street crack addict to Victoria City Councilors. He could watch a TV show or even a movie and then months later be able to recite all the actors lines exactly for the entire show. He was an accomplished writer and speaker-able to move entire audiences of lawyers, doctors and professors to actual tears with his speeches about the plight of the homeless. He had people begging to buy his drawings and famous writers wanting him to come and write with them. He even had invitations from international book publishers to submit full books after reading his short stories, submitted by published writer friends of his. He had a rocket fast wit which he inherited from his Grandpa Gordon-seldom, if ever, losing a debate because he could remember every word his opponent ever said. Danny was high-spirited, determined and compassionate. He was big and strong in many ways; if he pushed it, it moved, be it a fridge or Victoria City Council. Danny loved his work as a street outreach councilor, priding himself on “layin into the mayor” on behalf of someone else. He even did his job for nine months without pay when funding was cut off (he took on a full time cooking job at night and on weekends to pay the bills.) Danny was a serious martial arts student, spending countless hours perfecting his skills. It was a common occurrence for people to call him to the water front in Victoria to play and sing for them, eventually drawing large crowds who requested his own original music and lyrics over and over and over again to the point where they would all know the words and sing along with him. Danny had the innate ability to cheer anyone up and even make them laugh. He often kept his friends in hysterics for hours with his antics: singing, dancing and reciting lines from any movie they could name with uncanny impressions of actors. Danny was affectionately known to his street “family” as Beercandan”. He had a million sayings to make people laugh including “see all these smilin’ faces, you want ‘em to go home with a frown?”, “To all my frieeeends!”, “Here, check out my pipes”, “I think I can finally take on my old man now”, and “you’re nothin’ but a big pile of clown shoes!” Danny affected the lives of so many for the better. His circle of friends was immense, as evidence by the huge and loyal group of people that immediately surrounded his sister Nancy, and girlfriend Amanda after his passing. They literally came from all across Canada and stayed with them day and night for four days without leaving-even for workwhile Nancy and Amanda prepared to return to Thunder Bay. The outpouring of grief and sadness was absolutely astounding. Emails continue to pour in. His enthusiasm and spirit will forever continue to inspire all those who met him. He will be missed tremendously. Danny spent the first years of his life living in Upsala, Ontario (which he often referred to as the best years of his life), then moving to Thunder Bay where he lived with his family until he discovered traveling, finally making his new home in Victoria, B.C. He planned to one day move to Ireland to continue his career as an outreach councilor. Dan will be forever loved and missed by his sister and best friend Nancy, brother Michael, his girlfriend of 8 years Amanda Prunskus, his mother Deborah (Bobby) Burch, his father Mike (Cathy) McNabb, his grandparents, Irma Armstrong and Doreen and Gordon McNabb, as well as numerous aunts, uncles, cousins, many friends and his Victoria family. Danny was predeceased by his great grandmother Anne Bowers and his grandfather Jim Armstrong. Visitation is at Jenkens Funeral Home on Sunday, August 7, from 6-8 P.M. Funeral services will be held at the Airlane Hotel on Monday, August 8, at 2:30 P.M. Everyone is invited to say a few words (or a lot of words). In the moments between the pain He laughed and said what can I do to help sun rising over Mile O we will celebrate, cry and scream with the soundtrack you gave us playing in the background we hear laugher and see you smirk From Captain (Victoria B.C.) We are all strings in the universal instrument, the creative musician cuts a string in the harp of life Thus creating a vibration throughout the other string. This tune will resonate in our lives forever. Another step in the lessons of love. Rebirth into a new paradigm Forever loving you. (birth, life, death, rebirth) M(Victoria B.C.) A friend for the friendless Forgiveness for the unforgiven power for the powerless love for the unloved courage for the weak A leader and saviour of his fellow man this was the Daniel McNabb I knew. Lucas “SNAYKE” Bateman (Victoria B.C.) A TRIBUTE TO A “REAL WARRIOR” Dan was born a warrior he lived to serve his friends he knew the truth. The outside was hard but his inside was kind and caring as a warrior should be. He is my friend always and in all ways Remember that light forever -STRYDER (Victoria B.C.) Scream into the western winds scream with deep and rugged tone until the air begins to sway Plant your feet and do not stumble Plant your feet and refuse to budge Until you are the earth Deny the scathing hollow lies Deny the shepherds smugly smirk But do not close your eyes Raise both fists toward the sky Raise your voice unto the clouds Take back what has been stolen Written by: Dan McNabb