02/01/2026
Flowr Of Lyfe would like to extend our condolences to the entire Grateful Dead family on behalf of our dearest departed brothers Bobby and Shaun. Through this world of trouble we are grateful for being able to gather and share such sacred music with each other stepping outside the interminable loop of illusory life and into the timeless space of such a communal experience re-experiencing itself with love and the spirit of freedom. With honor and intrepid integrity to the source of our own history. Such a special gathering honoring our fallen disciples Bobby and Shaun with family at Melvin Seals in NorCal. The connections go beyond space and time with souls and hearts full of a wealth that cannot be measured but with love, light, thunder and lightning β€οΈπ©΅β‘οΈπ©΅β€οΈ The children dance and shake their bones through the skin suits shed from all the years combined. One way or another this darkness got to give. Especially touched by the words of Bob Weirs family when we stepped out into the sunshine in Arcata for the 108 seconds of silence and innumerable goosebumps leading to our friend Joey pointing towards the sky at a hawk shouting Bobbyβs name and unknown seconds later hearing them on the radio in SF exclaim the same to that bird on a wing. With full melt quietude and blackbird on the local station driving back to the show all was one in appreciation for this life weβve lived and the gift of more to come. And with a Humble Bolt we cross the mists and sky again door to door looking for our home and realizing weβve been knocking from the inside all along With Bobby and Shaun whispering βOnly A River Gonna Make It Rightβ. We do not walk alone. Dead For Lyfe ππ»β‘οΈππ»
β In the book of love's own dream
Where all the print is blood
Where all the pages are my days
And all my lights grow old
When I had no wings to fly
You flew to meβ
β When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain
And the stars start to splatter in the sky
When the moon splits the southwest horizon
With the scream of an eagle on the flyβ¦β¦β¦β¦β¦..
Black muddy river, roll on forever
I don't care how deep or wide if you've got another side
Roll muddy river, roll muddy river
Black muddy river, rollβ