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    Bill had long wavy red hair
    Bill had long wavy red hair and a red beard. He always used to wear a cap with a Hot Tuna patch on it. I think it was a blue cap, Chinese type. I met him in NYC between shows. I was broke and he helped me out. We hit up the Floyd shows at Nassau and made our way down to the Capital Centre by train and hitching for the boys. He told me a weird story about his childhood which lead me to believe he was from the mid west perhaps. I remember catching up with him on the Haight and then at MSG during the Rainforest run. He passed out in a car next to me after booting dope. Worrying! Later he told me someone had taken his money while he was out! Something I never liked about NYC shows, THAT kinda stuff! A bro' named Tanith told me he'd read a newspaper article that said Bill had been shot in the head in Alphabet City. We guessed he'd been trying to score and got robbed! He was a really far out brother and sadly missed! Peace to u where ever u are brother!!! Are you kind?
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    Hey Now! For all those who knew him, Pauli is gone. I heard from The Balloon Lady that he passed away sometime in 2006 in San Francisco. He was apparently homeless and died on the road. He had become mentally unstable after years of "too much of everything". He was one of my best friends, a graduate of the "University of Space", a father, and a son. He is survived by his mother in Missouri. We had many a great adventure together. Pauli remains alive in our hearts, minds, and memories. "Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right" Peace, Jim & Zoe
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    Paul loved the Dead. Paul played his red gibson and he sounded alot like Jerry. Paul was a great friend. We moved out west together in 1984. I taught you how to ski and snowboard. You picked both up and you actually skiied really well. I remember when we hiked into the backcountry by Brighton and your leg fell into that hole and the snow froze and we couldn't get your leg out. I thought you were going to leave us right there. We had fun at the Snowbird, too. Life happened and you moved back east. Speedballs and wild turkey proved to be a bad combination. Paul had a thirst for the fast life. Paul also had a huge bootleg collection. I still have some that I borrowed. Morgantown '83 and Hershey '85, my favorite. I have a graet picture of you at Redrocks '84. I'll post it when I figure out how. You live in my mind Paul. Rest in peace!
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    The 2 Christophers (Rockwell & Burton)
    Great guys that were taken in their prime. Both tragic losses for all involved.Both big fans of Jerry and the fellas. Although Burton could be a handfull at times, there was nothing but love going on here. Both were great atheletes, one basketball and golf and Burton was a gifted scoccer midfielder. Gone but never forgotten Fare the well...my brothers. “The Omnipotent Grateful Dead!”
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    Hey all, I was saddened to hear the news today of a former player I coached being murdered in Conway NH yesterday in an apparent botched robbery. Billy was one of three people killed. My heart goes out to his family at this time of sorrow; his parents and other brothers two of which I also coached.
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    Marty Soucie
    Marty was a good friend of mine while I was stationed in Puerto Rico in the mid '90s. He was the proprietor of the Grateful Bed and Breakfast in Luquillo Puerto Rico. Sadly he died in a fire at his bed and breakfast in early 2001. I first met Marty not long after Jerry died. At the time I was new to the Navy (only out of bootcamp for a few months), and with news of Jerry's passing, I kind of sunk into the proverbial funk. I have family down there, but they had no idea who Jerry Garcia was (my great aunt thought he was a Puerto Rican salsa musician:) ) My barracks-mate found a copy of "Skeleton's Key" at the Exchange and picked it up for me, hoping to cheer me up. One evening, while flipping through the book, I came across the name and address for Marty's bed and breakfast. Holy crap, I thought, that just 20 minutes from base! I called and talked for a while to Marty. I took a few days leave and headed down. It was the hight of summer (the off-season) so I was the only guest. It was nice to hang out with another deadhead after all the previous months of military yahoos. Finally, someone who really understood the gravity of Jerry's death (most of my fellow shipmates made snide jokes to me about Jerry's death). It was a nice weekend. Because I was his only guest, we hung out, visiting his friends in the rain forest, hiking, and BSing. I also taped a ton of shows from his vast collection:) Every few weeks we'd get together for dinner or just to hang out and listen to tunes, talk politics, the Dead, and drink rum and cokes. I can't tell you how nice it was to have a deadhead friend down there. It was a nice escape from the military. Not long after, I was transfered to the fleet, and sent to the "four winds." We exchanged a few letters, but as these things often go, I lost touch. News of his passing saddened and angered me. I felt bad that I had lost touch. He was a great guy, attempting to create a little deadhead enclave in the middle of paradise. He is missed. Fare-thee-well Marty! Your friend, Mike. Yo Soy Boricua!
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    Brad was a good kid from NJ who got into it in the early nineties. He had a nice family and was a solid drummer! A solidly built guy who wore glasses, kinda thick lenses! He was a mellow cat, a lotta fun, too much sometimes! This especially worried me the last time I saw him at the Charlotte shows in '92. He was really messy! Doped out. I was worried he'd get popped as he seemed desperate to make some $ on the lot. I told him to cool it as it was crazy hot out there! He ended up getting put away sometime later. I think he did 2 years in a rehab style bootcamp in NY State. He was clean and started going to college after he got out. He had a nice girlfriend. I remember getting a piece of mail with his address and being really stoked. I opened it and there were photos of him. His mother and brother had written that he'd gone down to NYC to buy some "shirts" from a dude whose name rang a bell. They decided to party for old times sake. He overdosed! We have such blessings, why gamble everything for a buzz? We all need to ask ourselves this question at certain times I'm sure. Love and Light, J Are you kind?
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    A great bro' who spent the later few years of his life based up in Humboldt with his good brother Tom. They lived in a cool dome house! Joe was a fixture in the scene during the era my other friends (see above) and I were around. He was also a fine guitar player who I would have loved to have formed a band with. Sadly it was not to be! Another brother who passed due to a smack overdose. He'd been clean for awhile and relapsed. I would hope that all these losses set an example to our family to not waste our lives in this way. We should do something with our lives to spread the light we have found. I know we are more sensitive people than the rest, but we can't find true shelter in drug abuse. It's just an illusion. We need to look at the way the native Americans embrace sacrament use instead of abusing it. We're given an insight that we need to go out and spread not dull with addictive substances. We have shed too many tears! We need each other here-to support each other in our works. Let's keep on keeping on! Are you kind?
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    A really beautiful sister in so many ways! I heard she died from an overdose. She was into smack. You would never have known to look at her. I had a really freaky experience once. When I was at a Hare Krishna restaurant in New Zealand two girls came in with backpacks and were in line next to me. One with intense blue eyes. They had American accents so I said "hi"! We started to chat. The one said she was from Philly. I said I had a friend from there who died from an overdose. We locked eyes and both said her name at exactly the same time. Wow.........! I felt the presence of Candy standing in the space that was there where we three stood. Powerful! What are the chances of such a thing being coincidence? It wasn't a coincidence, of course. I think Candy was just trying to connect the energy and to send me a little message of love to give me strength at a trying time in my life when I really needed it and was going through some of the toughest times I've ever had! She was a good family sister and will always be missed. Gotta make it to the promised land...! Are you kind?
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    Another wonderful and sweet brother. He was usually to be found on Telegraph hanging out or in People's Park when it was still relatively hassle-free to do our thing there. He was a really fun cat! I don't know the exact details of his passing so I don't think I should write what I think I remember being told. His ex told me that his parents lived in El Cerrito at that time but I didn't find any listing in the phone directory for that area with that name last time I checked. Any more info on this would be wonderful! He was such a classic head! Shining on forever!!! Are you kind?
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Submitted by KristineD on Wed, 01/25/2017 - 11:45

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I'm beginning to feel like a ghoul, as if I wasn't depressed enough. Thanks for the smiles and laughs. I'll never forget the closet full of walnuts. Me & my dad laughed ourselves silly. Goodbye, Mary Tyler Moore. You were SOOOOO pretty.
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Submitted by _ on Wed, 01/25/2017 - 12:08

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https://youtu.be/Ja0bHMzp0uo genius waiting on number three.... I hate gettin' old....reminds me of an old biker dude I took care of, had a tat of a noose with blood dripping down on his arm, spelling out...born to die morbid, yes. But true.
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Submitted by sisterearth on Sat, 04/29/2017 - 14:24

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It has been two years today that Dale left this space, and I sure miss him so very much. Every day there is something to bring a memory to mind. Miss shaking our bones at the shanty listening to the Grateful Dead, just living life. I miss everything about him. Know my love will not fade away 11:11 1:11 LOVE
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Submitted by mona on Tue, 05/02/2017 - 12:04

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By Craig Davis ~ TDS TaperLast night I bore witness to one of the most exhilarating, unique and incredible musical events I have ever experienced, all in celebration of the life of Col. Bruce Hampton. The Col. (ret.) can't rightfully be accused of inventing jam music (for better or for worse) but damned if he didn't shepherd it along for over 30 years. Sitting there from the 2nd row for close to 4 hours last night as members of Widespread Panic, the Allman Bros, Blues Traveler, Govt Mule, The Rolling Stones, Leftover Salmon, R.E.M., Tedeschi Trucks, etc rotated on and off stage was magical and awe-inspiring. No one mailed it in like so many benefit concerts. People played like it mattered with an intensity and passion befitting Col. Bruce. Maybe it's because I've gotten older, had my priorities & passions redirected to my boys, or just list some of my enthusiasm for it but I find myself getting taken "there" by music less and less in recent years. Last night brought it back note by note and it felt incredible. The encore started with a crazed spacey Zambiland into Lovlight as 30+ musicians filled the stage. As solos started making the rounds Col. Bruce walked over to the kid from School of Rock and motioned for him to start ripping. He then went down to a knee and seemingly gently down against a monitor. He stayed there through the kid's solo and it seemed like a classic one of the Col's gags. He told me once how he loved to tell the audience at every show that it was someone in the band's birthday. You just knew once the song got back around to the chorus he would jump up and tell us to turn on our lovelight or else start singing from the ground - which I have also seen him do. Pure theater was the Col's way. He was 1/3 musician, 1/3 showman and 1/3 carnival barker. Then the song stretched and stretched and you could see the faces on the musicians not 15 feet away who had been smiling and laughing and pointing begin to tighten up. As the crew ran in stage finally sensing this was real, Susan Tedeschi cut the song and show short and they tried to pull a curtain across the stage. Standing in the pit we could see side stage that EMTs were furiously - and I mean with lightening speed and pressure - administering CPR and chest compressions. At that point they pulled those side stage curtains shut and staff urged folks to leave. As we hit the street it was obvious most folks had no clue what had even happened. There was joy in the air. As an ambulance later pulled away near us I noted the crew in the back were sitting still rather than working on the patient we believed to be Col Bruce inside. Never a good sign. By the time we downed waters and gatorades last night it was clear he had passed away. Only the Col. could have his wake and his birthday at the same time. It was befitting him with surreal joyousness and poignancy. I will spend some time processing what I experienced. The joy and the disbelief and now the loss of a musician I love. I have a picture of Col. Bruce and I somewhere at home. Taken at Alley Katz as we were deep into a long discussion about pro wrestling, baseball and music. The Col told me I knew all I needed to get by in life with my knowledge of those three topics. It was a special moment for me. Rest easy Col. Bruce. Thank you for taking me along on your journey and helping to lead me along my own for the last 30 years. https://scontent.fsnc1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/18221789_10155130101659…
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Submitted by geomeister on Wed, 08/09/2017 - 05:34

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...he sure could sing a tune. His songwriting, presentation on stage and honest delivery of those songs could stir one's heart. Thanks for the decades of music, thanks for helping us understand life, thanks for helping us to feel safe. You are one larger than life member of our musical family, and we can smile inside knowing... ...That you're waiting from the backroads By the rivers of our memories Ever smilin' ever gentle on our minds... Close your eye for a couple of minutes and give him a listen if'n you have a chance. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZBxnfvv33c Rest in Peace Glen Campbell.
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Submitted by _ on Fri, 08/18/2017 - 05:09

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There will be peace in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray(There'll be no sadness, no sorrow, my Lord, no trouble, trouble I see) There will be peace in the valley for me Well the bear will be gentle And the wolf will be tame And the lion shall lay down, down by the lamb, oh yes And the beasts from the wild Shall be led by a child And I'll be changed, changed from this creature that I am, oh yes There Will Be Peace In The Valley someday....
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Submitted by No Simple Highway on Wed, 01/24/2018 - 06:00

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We will always remember your crazy laugh, your rippin’ Guitar playing, your love of helping people, and what a beautiful soul you still are. 24 is far to young. I know you are playing with Jerry, Jimi Tom, and Stevie Ray, because that’s what heaven would be to you. Fare Thee Well my dear son.
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Submitted by geomeister on Thu, 02/08/2018 - 15:52

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Subject says it all.
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Submitted by geomeister on Thu, 02/08/2018 - 16:41

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Our friend in music John Perry Barlow figured it out pretty early in life, and we are all the richer because of it. Many of us used his lyrics as mantras for life, taking us down paths that needed no road...and now, now he needs no road, and we travel on. Thank you John Barlow for gracing our lives, for sharing your gifts, for giving us so much. Priceless. Know you will be missed by many and honored by so many more. Rest in Peace.
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Submitted by RUBY FROM LONG BEACH on Wed, 03/28/2018 - 16:06

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HIGH ! ! ! RUBY FROM LONG BEACH IS BACK ! ! ! I , HUMBLY , STATE : THANK YOU VERY MUCH ! ! ! TO : EVERY , BEAUTIFUL , SOUL , IN WHICH : I , RUBY FROM LONG BEACH , HAVE PROVIDED : LOVE ! ! ! TO . MAY I , HUMBLY , ASK : MAY MY : GRATEFUL DEAD FAMILY , PLEASE , RECEIVE : THE FURTHUR BUS . . . WITH , I , HUMBLY , ASK , A : CRIB ? SHAKEDOWN STREET IS : WITHIN : FULL , FORCE ! ! !
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Submitted by sisterearth on Thu, 11/01/2018 - 09:26

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My friend Marky passed over the weekend unexpectedly. I will sure miss our talks along the ride. He always had a kind word, and never tired of listening to me talk about Dale and missing him. Pain comes in many forms, and some you cannot see. I hope you are able to be free Marky, you were a good man in a fallen world. PEACE~

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Submitted by carlo13 on Wed, 01/09/2019 - 19:22

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I miss my good friend George who used to cruise with me to shows and other great places in the cherry 69 chevelle. We would drive to the New Jersey meadow lands and party till the wheels fell off. Good times my departed friend!!! -- Carlo F.

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Submitted by Oroboros on Tue, 01/22/2019 - 23:28

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so I will post this 'fare thee well' for my father who is now on hospice care (pancreatic and liver cancer) and will soon give up this mortal coil.

As Bob said after Lowell George died (at the Portland Raceway show in 1979) "he was good while he lasted."

Dad's heart was his gift to all of us.

"Teachers open the door, but you must enter by yourself."

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Submitted by Oroboros on Wed, 01/23/2019 - 18:22

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Dad turned 92 in November, they thought he had kidney stones and started treatment but when the doctor performed the ultra-sound, it turned into ultra-'Oh NO' when they saw the massive tumor on his pancreas that had migrated (metastasized) to his liver.

Chick lived a great life, he was one of the 'greatest generation.' World War !!, multiple careers, last one running a resort in northern Minn. Lived there year round with my 88 year old mother, they celebrated their 67th anniversary this summer.

I will never forget one beautiful summer evening about 40 years ago, I put Garcia's first album on Dad's stereo, and cranked "The Wheel" and discussed the philosophical aspects of Hunter's words with my father. And Chick listened, and thought about what I was saying. And at one point he said to me "Yes, I get it, .......but can we turn it down a bit?" ;o}

He taught me so much by how he lived, and he even tried to tip his toe into my deadhead world.

What a guy.

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Submitted by marye on Tue, 09/01/2020 - 10:28

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Many of us had the good fortune to meet her over the years. I'm happy I knew her a little bit, starting from the time she got in touch with me to put a couple of my photos in the Grateful Dead Family Album. She passed on yesterday after much ill health for many years, and is much missed.
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Submitted by Strider 808808 on Wed, 09/02/2020 - 09:00

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Met Jerilyn Brandelius with Mickey Hart at a Halloween 1974 Jerry Garcia and Merl Saunders show. Some small auditorium on Geary Boulevard in the Richmond District out towards the Cliff House and Sutro Park. Both were very kind. Big smiles as I remember.
The San Francisco foggy ruins of time.

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Submitted by The Good Ole G… on Wed, 09/02/2020 - 09:59

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Jerilyn's book is wonderful.
I hope to hear more of her story & stories.

If anyone has other memories or stories to share, please do.

Thanks for letting us know MaryE.
My Condolences.

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Submitted by Dean Hill on Tue, 09/15/2020 - 23:45

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Last year my father Don Hill passed away and today his only and older brother Ken Hill passed away. My father was an automotive mechanic and raised my brother and I on Jerry Garcia's music, he went to over a hundred Grateful Dead shows. My uncle was a printer and had many pets and friends and helped many people quit drinking alcohol saving their lives, he went to over 300 Grateful Dead shows and probably saw Jerry play more than anyone but the band members. They were the biggest Grateful Dead fans and important members of their communities. Their love for their music lives on through us and our friends whom cover Grateful Dead here in Sacramento, Ca.
One love.

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Submitted by Strider 808808 on Wed, 09/16/2020 - 08:37

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This is the time of year when both my parents passed on. Mom back in 2nd week of September 1972, Dad eight years later 1st week of September 1980.
I’m the last of the siblings above ground.
Strong medicine. September is a bittersweet time of year. The harvest and the scythe.
Dean, your father and uncle must have been great men.
Readers, try to live life with meaning and passion.

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Submitted by Diveman65 on Fri, 12/10/2021 - 12:29

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My cousin Ronna who back in the 70"s gave me tapes to listen to when I was just a little kid has past away. She started me on this long strange trip with just a few tapes. She went to Egypt and the European tours with the band, she loved the band more then life itself. She was a teacher, she was a sweet heart of a person that I will miss for the rest of my days. She was a real Deadhead who was dedicated to the band and to making this world a better place. Bless you Ronna, until we meet again.

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Submitted by cosmicbadger on Mon, 06/20/2022 - 08:58

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Some here may remember Johnman and Mona from the early days of Dead Net. Both from the Pacific Northwest who became friends in this place. Both kind, generous and feisty Deadheads who endured a lot of troubles and always came back smiling. I was lucky enough to meet them (and Hal too) just the once at the Furthur show in Edgefield in September 2012, where Mona so kindly looked after JM who had trouble getting about . Both had been ill for some time, and both passed away towards the end of last year. I have not been on this site much lately, but I was thinking about them today and thought some here might remember them and want to know. Fine, fine people.

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Submitted by marye on Wed, 08/02/2023 - 09:31

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A lot of us here in the Bay Area are reeling from the loss of Scoop, who first came to our attention as the intrepid news guy on KSAN ("If you don't like the news, go out and make some of your own") and later KFOG with M. Dung. Also a legend in local Buddhist circles and the author of many (highly recommended) books on Crazy Wisdom. Safe travels, Scoop. Thank you.
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Submitted by heidispowers on Wed, 03/06/2024 - 09:21

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Hello! I wanted to make a post about my uncle, Scott Powers. He was a self-identified Dead Head. He loved the Grateful Dead, even had a tattoo on his back. I believe the music helped him get through really dark times such as abuse, addiction, and mental health crises. He died on December 31st, 2023. I have been doing research into the Grateful Dead in preparation for his celebration of life and came across this page. I just wanted to shout him out and remember him for the grateful dead, silly, and loving person he was. R.I.P. SCOTT POWERS!

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Submitted by Oroboros on Mon, 09/02/2024 - 15:58

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you raised four boys, and we had a wild and wonderous household.

Relentless optimism, encouragement, and the best chocolate chip cookies in the world. Norma often said "you will never know if you don't try." Boy, did we take her at her word and we all tried a lot. She challenged us to think creatively, be generous, and to practice compassion.

93 years young but these last 5 years were especially difficult for her following Dad's passing. Numerous medical complications but she was on hospice for the last two weeks with family surrounding her. Then early Saturday morning, Mom was gone. Love you forever and for always.

"She sang a little while, and then flew off"

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Submitted by proudfoot on Mon, 09/02/2024 - 17:19

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I am sorry to hear of your mother's passing.

It's a tough milestone to go through.

A raise of the glass to her, you, and yours.

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Submitted by jjc on Mon, 09/02/2024 - 18:11

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sorry to hear about your loss. Sounds like she did a fine Job.May she rest easy.

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Submitted by 1stshow70878 on Tue, 09/03/2024 - 10:01

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Sincere condolences on your loss.
Best wishes for you and your brothers during this difficult time.
Cheers to Mom

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Submitted by Deadicated on Tue, 09/03/2024 - 15:59

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My heart goes out to you - no one like Mom.

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Submitted by Oroboros on Fri, 10/25/2024 - 13:32

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"See, music is infinite. There’s an infinite number of ways to do it, an infinite number of melodies that can go with a one-four-five progression, it’s absolutely infinite, no floors, no ceiling.” Phil Lesh

Box of Rain soothed my soul, Phil.

Rest in Peace.

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