Daniel's life was... a long short life. I'm sure that he lived in ten years what I or 90% of people worldwide won't live. I'm glad to have watched your movie, and I'm grateful for your existence. I will remember this experience for my entire life. The way your sister edited the movie and the way you speak through the scenes were amazing. For me, it almost seemed planned, you know, the way you live, even without knowing about your illness that you show... it's amazing.

How things happen... how people look for us... how our friends can imagine or understand life... I don't feel sorry for you, dear. Thanks.

I watched this in two pieces, taking a break after the first hour. I didn't "get" the character really, he's clearly a very different person than I am. I didn't expect to leave a review, but after watching the last 15 minutes, that changed.

The last 15 minutes covers the funeral (which is well-edited and brought a tear to my eye) but also contains some the most profound aspects of the film. We see Daniel talking to *us*, the audience. He is making direct eye contact with the camera.

"In fact, I'm looking at you ... right now ... from across the {blah}. I think you're beautiful."

The {blah} word is a bit profound and saying it here, out of context, would cheapen the message. Watch the film and you'll find out what it is.

For me, this rates seven stars, with a half star bonus for the editing and another for the guts to not push this to 90 minutes (as many documentaries do). That makes EIGHT (8) stars total. I think some scenes will stay with me ....

Yes!

Such a life-affirming movie. About what truly matters. Love, travel, nature, family, friends, people, the beauty of life, art & expression. It's also about loss, karma and acceptance.

With people documenting so much of their lives these days on video, it makes for some stellar documentaries.

Please watch this movie. It's a rarity to encounter a film that simultaneously captures the raw beauty of life and makes you mourn all who you've lost. I lost my brother eleven years ago and Daniel had me crying cathartic tears of grief. And I related to Daniel's loss of his grandmother to what I assume was dementia.

Daniel also made me think about my son who is in a horribly depressed, hopeless and rebellious phase. At least I hope it's a phase. He's really hurting and I can't do anything to help. I hate this. It physically hurts to see your kid in so much pain. And to not feel empowered to do any of the comforting a mother would do, especially as one who shows love via touch. If only my son could see this documentary. He needs an infusion of the life force and demonstration of grace that is both Daniel the person and Daniel the movie (thanks in part to his loving sister who produced). I haven't been as inspired or moved since Anthony Bourdain passed away.