"I stood and looked at it, and saw the names of all the soldiers - all from Taradale who had gone to war and never came home again."
She was saddened they never again had the chance to "have the voice" - to talk about the warm winds and the people of their home.
So she wrote a song.
She went home and within 10 minutes it had emerged.
"It all just came to me."
With sporting and work engagements (she works in acupuncture and massage therapy) the song was effectively left to one side, but was never forgotten, and during Anzac Day she realised it could suit that time so well.
Or any time "as Taradale has never had its own song".
She wrote a set of lyrics which reflected the commemorative message so strongly embraced at the memorial tower - inspired by the English, latin and Maori wording upon it.
One line - "one day, one clock, one people for Aotearoa" - brings it together.
Ms Rudzevecuis said she came up with the tunes and melodies and Mr Bernards wrote them up into music.
They had been working as a songwriting team for several years, and made a mark with a song called 'Breeze', which featured the late country star Ritchie Pickett on piano, and which was scored a four star out of five by music magazine Rip It Up.
But the song for Taradale meant a lot more as she confessed she was "a Taradale girl" and wanted to create something which could be played and sung at schools or events in the town.
She has also begun working with Napier Pipe Band leader Kerry Marshall.
She played him her acoustic rendition and he has come up with a piped section for it.
"Eventually I want to get it recorded - that is what we are working on."
TARADALE SONG
Bagpipes call me home to the town of Taradale,
My heart beats in time to the sound of the town clock's chime,
One God - one flag - one empire - pro libertate,
An epitaph is chiselled here, in Latin, English and Maori - to honour those who gave their lives,
We remember their sacrifice,
One day, one clock, one people for Aotearoa,
Oh Taradale, take me home again,
Warm winds and old tales, oh Taradale,
Waiting here alone, gently watching over us,
Hand picked flowers here, you're a testament standing there,
One heart - one song - one memory - pro libertate,
Oh Taradale, take me home again,
Warm winds and old tales, oh Taradale.