My father died three years ago today, on August 24, 2005, five days after he fell and hit his head at his nursing home. You can read all of the related posts here, starting from the bottom and working up to the top.
I've never cared much for the Grateful Dead. At all. But I do like a few of their songs. From the first time I heard it, I liked "Box of Rain":
Its relevance is explained here:
Such a long, long time to be gone
and a short time to be there
The narcissistic primarily autobiographical blog of the pseudonymous d.b. echo
Harold, sorry to hear about your father's death. My mom died as a result of a fall down a set of stairs at my sister's house.
ReplyDeleteI have to agree with you about the Grateful Dead. They were a band that if you really were cool, you had to love them and had to follow them around to all their concerts. I guess I just didn't get it. I liked them better when Bruce Hornsby played with them for a couple of years, but only a little bit better. Full disclosure - I bought a Grateful Dead t-shirt through the mail once that had a print of the kid smashing an ice cream cone onto his head from one of their album covers. It didn't help me pick up any chicks, though I had hoped it would when I bought it.