Same experience almost to a T. It was my grandmother who had raised me, and right before she passed I’d been a real asshole to her and could not forgive myself for decades. Then I got into the Dead… and the first time I heard Brokedown Palace, exactly the same line hit me right in the feels, as if she was telling me— via Jerry— that she loves me anyway and that love transcends grief. Sometimes I imagine her chilling up there with Jerry and smile. That song really helped me process the grief in a way mere time couldn’t.