Our brother Jeremiah Romero lost his wife, Ericka, without warning yesterday. A leader in the Limbo Heads group, Jeremiah could use your Love and Prayers and Kindness both now and in the days ahead. I’ve communicated with him and have done this entirely with his permission and his blessing. Jeremiah told me that Ericka’s Love for him never wavered… Not one bit… For those that would like to send a letter, card or a gift, His address is as follows: Jeremiah Romero 17603 Blue Lily Lane Houston, Texas 77095. There will be more ways to contribute in the coming days if you feel lead to do so. Those of us that have come to know Jeremiah are well aware that he is definitely one of US. He has been a consistent source of kindness and a contributor in the Grateful Dead Community and although I’ve never met him, I’m honored to call him a friend… I wrote this in Loving Memory of Ericka and with compassion, respect, support and Love for Jeremiah…

Strings that come unraveled and at times begin to fray
Confusion grabs tomorrow from the hands of yesterday
Salted water tumbles from my dazed and weary eyes
Things so big a week ago have shrunk to half their size
Thoughts are thinking without end to make sure I’m awake
Days in Hell remembered well are here for Heaven’s sake
The silence screams an awful sound I hear the candle’s flame
Darkness closes its dark eyes while Heaven calls her name
My stomach turns, my soul unglued a page from life tore out
I spend each minute wondering what the fuck it’s all about
There’s cracks in windows made of blood my heart’s abandoned home
My feet have crossed this room as much as any feet can roam
Aimless winds appear to blow the covers off my life
Everywhere I see you there, my dear and precious wife
How can Summer get so cold and flowers feel so dry
How long will I sit here and just ask the question, Why?
Love seems lost yet somehow there’s this Love that still is growing
Clouds are cast so far and wide, I hide but it’s still showing
The road goes on for miles more and nightfall knows me well
The ears of dawn still listening to the tale I’m forced to tell
Somewhere there’s a gift for me amidst the rubbled days
Love somehow surrounds me in unknown and mystic ways
The arms of thousands hold me now compassion far and near
I feel like life’s the headlights and I’ve become the deer

Hours feel like days I’m sure but know this my brother and friend
We’re all here to hold you near our Love will never end
Just before you can’t take more there’s something you should know
We’ll all be there to help you get to where you need to go
One thing that you got the day you stepped onto the Bus
Is Love that never dies and comes from every one of US…

In Loving Memory of Ericka Romero…