A month ago I lost my dad. It feels like yesterday. It wasn’t expected and it tore a hole in my life. He was my best friend, biggest supporter, and the most serious deadhead I knew.
He saw the Dead over 300 times all over the country from 1978 till Jerry’s death. we saw all that came after together growing up. 4/2/87 was his favorite dead show of all time. I wear one of his GD bandanas but his favorite is under his urn. he had a lightning bolt tattoo. Never had it filled in. I want one too now. He was truly an expert and his memory was insane for all the acid he tripped on. Him and my mom gave me the “Cassidy” namesake. A song I never really cared for up until a year or so ago. He had a pair of daisy dukes cut short with the steal your face painted by hand on the back. He was an artist. He loved Jerry. So many Jerry things in his home office. The 10 or so unique GD shirts that I wore all my life. He cherished those.
I miss his presence. It feels empty in my parent’s house. I’m destroyed. I wasn’t expecting to lose my person before I’m even 30. I have all his stories from the road stored in my head. I just feel really really lost without him. I miss you dad. 🖤💔
*this is from when the shorts were “new”