Jen Green

It’s a funny thing, to love someone you didn’t really know, and to grieve their passing like a family members. But I did this back in 1995 when I was 22 and Jerry Garcia died. Now I am 52 and it’s Bob Weir, our Bobby, and it still feels tough.
I’ve joked since I was 16 that my religion is Deadhead, that I’m part of a cult, but yesterday one of my long time best friends and fellow DH, put it best, we are part of the biggest family in the world.
And Bobby was our big brother. I met him a few times over the years, the first time in 1991. He was always smart and funny and seemed to enjoy interacting with fans. He saw us a family as well. He gave us so much music until the very end. He embodied the lyrics to Playing in the Band, the music never stopped.
Until now.
This is a picture from my last show at the Sphere in Vegas, with my little sister who’s been at most of the shows with me since she was some ridiculously young age. I took my own daughter to countless Further shows and every opportunity to see ‘our’ music. My entire family has been touched by the music of the Grateful Dead for so many years that they have all gotten on the bus as well. (My niece is named Cassidy!) So many of my best friends were made because we were all part of this circus, this universe. My life is what it is because of the Grateful Dead, there is really no other way to say it. And it’s so good.
The hole this leaves is bigger then I thought, but the music will always be there.
I love you more then words can tell
#bobwier
#themusicneverstopped