Friday, May 19, 2006

Fare Ye Well Old Freind...RIP Ramrod...1945-2006

"He's gone and nothing's gonna bring him back
...He's gone"
Robert Hunter

Damn it anyway Ramrod. Say hello to the rest of our freinds i.e.: family, k?

Lawrence 'Ramrod' Shurtliff: 1945-2006 / Mainstay of Grateful Dead crew dies -- 'he was our rock'
He had only been sick a short while. Diagnosed with lung cancer.

I've got to quit smoking...I planted a White Begonia, symbolizing me, in with my Scarlett Begonia's today. I have one Scarlett Begonia planted for every one of my "Dead" frends who are probably, truly the Grateful Dead.

from Robert Hunter

Elegy for Ramrod

Most never knew his given name.

They called him Ramrod.
Lawrence didn't fit him.
He came down from Oregon,
Prankster sidekick of Cassady,Kesey and the merry crew,
a silent stoic in a vocable milieuhis heart was stolen by the Grateful Dead.
A country boy, not given to complexity,
his crowning gift was loyalty
for which he was loved more than
the common run of men by friends.
This is not to say more than was so,
the common fault of eulogies
which shine the silver of modest virtue
into the gold of rareness.
Every soul owes life a death.
Between each heartbeat is a moment
within which the pulse is still.
In the longer beat between life and death
a man was here we called a friend,
a father, a husband and a son.
He is us and we are him,
his death is ours, our lives are his.
Some see Heaven as dying's recompense,
some acknowledge only nothingnessin a space we know not of,
in a place we know not where.
But this we know, as a poet said:"To have been here but the once
Never can be undone."
Some will pray, some just remember.
Those who pray, having prayed,
will go on to pray for others.
Those who remember,
having remembered for awhile,
will in the course of time forget,
more so as the years dissolve.
This is as it should be
lest death overstep its bounds
and impinge too much on life.
Life, being what is, cannot
impinge too much on death.
The circumstance we most desire
in grief which shakes our branches
like some holy hurricane raging
through this barren world of little light,
is that our brother be gathered in glory.
If so, rejoice!
If wishful thinking,
give thanks instead
that he was here among us.
Delivered from the testing fire of pain,a truer heart was never broken.

You will be missed Ramrod...RIP.

"They say blood is thicker than water, but what we've got is thicker than blood,' " ~ Bob Weir

I planted another Scarlet Begonia for Ramrod today...Godspeed Buddy.

"I am Ramon Rodriguez Rodriguez, the famous Mexican guide," ~Ramrod


Babs said...


RevJim said...

"All the old people don't come round no more."

chattymoon2012 said...

I never did follow The Dead much but they were part of the hippy scene way back when, a lifestyle many of us wish still existed. I was 10 when the band started, and at 15 all the "peace and love" and posters and idealism were things I lived with. It wasn't until later that I realised all this was centered around the Vietnam War and everyone's opposition to it. I never trusted anyone over 30 either. Sadly, we all (most of us) made it to 30 and became part of the faceless crowd we said we'd never be.Somewhere way down in my soul there is a hppie-chick with long hair and love beads bestoying peace and love to everybody. We baby-boomers are heading for the nursing home now, the ones born in 1946 and it is very sad. The Dead was part of the good ole days when life was in front of us. Rest well, Ramrod, one more part of the past gone....peace and love, Linda

chattymoon2012 said...

PS...go to my blog, a few posts down, and see my homesick for the 70's post featuring "I'd like to teach the world to sing"....