When I planned this little getaway to Mexico to see 3 straight nights of live music on the beach with my brother, it didn’t occur to me that the final show would be on the tenth anniversary of my father’s passing. We inherited our love and passion for music, especially live music, from him. Every car ride growing up we listened to musicians like the Grateful Dead, Simon & Garfunkel, and Billy Joel whether we liked it or not (We’ll never forget those terribly catchy Jerry Garcia kids songs). Dad enjoyed recounting all of the concerts he attended so it was only natural that we’d continue carrying that torch. When we were kids, we found our own Grateful Dead, Dave Matthews Band (Yeah, yeah, I can hear all your groans and head slaps). Around the time he passed, we began heavily following Dave Matthews Band on tour. We would see 7+ shows a year. Seeing them perform became essential to our coping and healing and was a perfect way to commemorate my father and our shared love of live music. As I stand here next to my brother and FaceTiming my sister, listening to the guy who helped us through difficult times and gave my friends and family something to look forward to every year, I cant think of a better way to celebrate my Dad’s life on the anniversary of what’s been a roller coaster decade without him.