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When Grief and Gratitude Meet: My Tribute Journey
There are moments when grief and gratitude sit so close together they feel like the same breath. Preparing for the Allman Brothers Band’s 50th Anniversary and the memorial tribute to Gregg at Madison Square Garden was one of those moments for me. Five years had passed since his death, yet some feelings don’t fade — they simply settle deeper, waiting for the right moment to rise again. Caring for Gregg in his final years had been a quiet devotion. I learned his rhythms, his needs, the foods that helped him feel stronger, the small comforts that eased his days. Loving him meant protecting his peace and walking beside him with as much grace as I could offer.
Even after his passing, I carried that tenderness with me. And whenever I was in Atlanta, I would slip into Marlene’s sanctuary for a facial — not just for skincare, but for the kind of grounded, grief‑aware care that helps the body release what the heart has been holding. Her treatments quiet the nervous system and create space to breathe again. They’ve always helped me settle and return to myself. But the session before the Madison Square Garden tribute was different. I wasn’t only preparing my skin. I was preparing my heart.
Walking into that arena — a place filled with music, history, and brotherhood — felt like stepping into a room of echoes. The surviving band members were gathering for the first time since losing both Gregg and Butch Trucks, and the weight of that alone was immense. Layered over it were my own memories: the laughter, the late‑night conversations, the quiet moments no one else saw. A memorial becomes a celebration of life when the story widens beyond the loss, and that’s what this tribute was for me. It honored the fullness of who Gregg was — his voice, his humor, his brilliance, his heart — and brought together people who each carried their own true piece of him.
Music has a way of opening the places we think we’ve tucked away. As the songs rose through the Garden, I felt both the ache and the gratitude. I felt the pride of knowing the man behind the legend and the beauty of seeing his legacy carried forward by those who shared the stage with him for decades. That night reminded me that love doesn’t end. It changes form, but it doesn’t disappear. Gregg’s presence was everywhere — in the notes, the stories, the faces of the fans who had carried his music through their own lives. In that space, something in me softened. Something in me healed.
I’m grateful I had a moment of sanctuary before stepping into all of that — a place to breathe, to ground myself, to honor what was rising inside me. Preparing for the tribute wasn’t just about looking my best. It was about gathering the strength to walk back into a world that still held so much of him.
And I did. With love. With courage. With the quiet knowing that his legacy — and the love we shared — will always live on.
By Shannon Allman--Client