Hello My fellow Sunshine Daydreamers

Here's my story, which unfortunately starts where Jerry's time with us all
ended

In August of 95 I was on vacation down at the Jersey shore. My friend and I found this really cool little hippie store Tye-One-On and were in love with the place, hanging out there all the time. My sisters are older and somewhat into the Dead. They had gotten me hooked, and I'm now far more into them than they probably ever could have imagined. So one morning (that fateful morning probably every one of you can recall) my sister told me of Jerry's passing. I refused to believe it, as I had not yet made it to a show thanks to the confines of my parents. My friend and I went down to the store and low and behold to our great sadness saw a little shrine set up in front filled with candles, letters and pictures. All week long Heads could be seen congregating all over. I smiled at many a stranger that week, we all recognized each other by the Dead shirts everyone wore in memoriam. It was a time I thought Jerry would have loved, "strangers stopping strangers just to shake their hands". Anyways that's my story. The Dead have become such a part of my life since I became acquainted with them, probably only a little over a year before Jerry's death. I still haunt my parents about their decision to not let me go to a show, but I think they understand, my mom has even become somewhat of a
fan. That one convert makes all the difference because I always thought she was the one person I could never reach but the Dead made that possible.

Love & Sunshine Always,
Lauryn
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