Damn Gregg…I was not ready for you to be gone…but, maybe you were ready. I find myself aware of the possibility when it is time, if we are lucky, we are ready. I wish I could count the evenings we spent together (or maybe not). You were never really there, but your music, your feelings, your words were. Some of the most profound as well as the most ridiculous conversations I believe I ever had were sitting cross-legged on the floor in a circle with friends, passing a joint, surrounded by your music playing in the background. Your music, a doobie, and those friends are woven into some of the best memories of my life. Thank you for being a part of it. Thanks for the memories!
"Not My Cross to Bear" Gregg Allman