I just got off the phone with a friend who was telling me I needed to go see Grateful Dead again. I had see many shows up until about 1990 and took a hiatus. I wasn't jamming with the scene much around then, and though i still loved the band, I felt they'd seen better days and it was same with me. I left it all for some personal reasons.
I hung up and thought, he was right. To this day I'll never forget him saying, 'you never know when Jerry could go, or when it could all end'.
So, jazzed about getting my tickets for some fall shows, i hoped on my bike to work.
When I arrived, my friend, GD fan with many shows under his belt as well looked distraught. He handed me a fax with one line at the top that read that Jerry had passed away.
I was overwhelmed, and of course, asked a million questions no one could answer. The fax was from a friend in California.
That night, it hit me harder and I shed some tears. My girlfriend at the time knew how much I loved Jerry and the band and while she didn't really get it all, she was there for me.
Thought I'd share it here. If anyone has a story they'd like to share about that day, I'd love to hear it.