After Jerry died, I missed the Golden Gate Memorial, but was able to attend the next Hog Farm Music Festival, which occured just a little bit afterward. Some of the highlights were the futher bus returning from the memorial, pulling into the middle of the audience and Timothy Leary walking out dressed as the tin man. After purchasing some square meals direct from the bus, I awaited Bob Wier's performance, which was highlighted by a blackbird rendition that left me weaping.
From the Hog Farm we traveled up the coast to catch santana in Portland. There, something magical happened. It was a cloudy day, but when Santana finished his speech to the audience about Jerry, a little spot of sunshine appeared, and then a ball of light came through and traveled around the sky only to splash the audience.
At that point, I knew everything would be OK, stopped mourning, and started waiting for Jerry reincarnate.