We Grew Up in a Fucking Magical Place

So recently Woodstock has suffered a tremendous loss. Just seeing the outpouring of love and togetherness that I also used to experience in Woodstock growing up is really truly a beautiful thing.  I have seen people pop up that I haven’t heard from in years I took a drive to Cooper Lake today while blasting Blind Faith’s “Can’t find my way home,” and I realized the root of some of my sadness is that I’m constantly trying to recreate isn’t necessarily connected to one soul, but a time, an era and everything that came with it. Our lives were tremendously care free, feel good and “live you life times.”  A time when we all took care of each other, when life was much more simple.  Although I was not ever super close to Matt Robb, we were friends and I definitely recall many days in the band room or orchestra room as I was a violin geek (still am), and at rehearsals and gigs for the band. Amy Flint and Purdey T Darrow were always around Jenn Sirico was usually somewhere… One time you guys played at a party on Sawkill for Oblivion Grin. I had special birthday cake, woke up in the yard the next day. I once smoked a lucky charm out of a homemade bong. I rocked a “Mama Said Knock You Out” ring and drove my first car, the ganjamobile.  We were all just feeling good and being ALIVE and even at 44 years old, I have so many to thank for those times and they are the best memories of my life, so young, so wild and so carefree.
Crazy how we couldn’t wait to grow up, not realizing that at the time that it didn’t get better than it was. Crazy times. But that’s what I think we’re maybe missing in out hearts these days and although I am beyond sad about Matt, I see a lot of people reliving some pretty tremendous memories.  I see unity. I see names popping up from long ago and all of this has sent my brain into memory lane overdrive.  I absolutely adore reading everyone’s memories as I know I’m not the only one that feels the way I do. I feel right at home, like I am. I can feel the love flowing, and it’s a beautiful thing.  I snapped this at Cooper Lake today while reading everyone’s posts, and thinking about Matt, and all of my Onteoran family, reminiscing. It was drizzling when I arrived and then the sun slowly started creeping out into the magnificent sky from behind the clouds and just being there, I felt so much love and such a sense of belonging.  I’d like to think that the sun was Matt peeking out and saying hello to all of us. Like I told Purdey earlier, “we grew up in such a magical fucking place man.” Every morning from now on, I will spend a few moments each day being grateful for the memories and the ones who helped to make them. I will think of memories and bask in their joy. If I see any of you instead of acting shy and not recognizing you because it might be awkward and I have anxiety, I will say hello and highly encourage everyone to do the same with me and each other! Just love each other. We will mourn together and we will heal together. Sending so much love out to everyone!
PS: I started to tag just a few people, but it’s by no means a complete list. Love you guys.
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