I think when something touches us as deeply as the dead experience does it can scare people to go that deep into something.
I've seen woman give up dead for the man in their life, that is particularly shocking cause the man usually disappears before long anyway.
My experience with life coming to a crashing halt when Jerry died was the worst of my life. I went spinning and ended up walking out on my marriage which was the biggest mistake of my life. We were a deadhead couple. Anyway I suffered through the various incarnations that came along at the local furthur festivals featuring cover bands like the zen tricksters, Then we got Ratdog and the Phil lesh and Friend's various incarnations which was something, but the lack of JG was overwhelming and I just couldn't enjoy myself. I packed it in briefly.
BUT, I got back on the bus on 11-30-01, when PLQ played at the Beacon. It was a birthday gift ticket from my ex and it was so healing (911 trauma fresh). He called me up and said you just have to go and see this new Phil Lesh lineup. It is really good again. Warren lifted me up that night for the first time since Jerry left the scene. He played "While my Guitar Gently Weeps" and I felt a personal healing.
I kept going to shows from that point, although I cried way through the NYE shows at the Kaiser with PLQ and Ratdog (Crusader Rabbit) 2001/2002.
Slowly it got happy again for me and we did some Ratdog, Phil Lesh & Friends, Other Ones, The Dead, but with less fervor than we had approached the GD.
Then along came Furthur and it is just like the dead were alive again. I am now touring with my ever-loving deadhead ex-husband and I never had such a good time (and hope to have a good time more). It feels like old times all over again.
The time to get back on the bus is NOW.
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