Every memory I have of Garrett involves him being kind, being caring, and delighting in togetherness. He loved to laugh, and he made everyone smile with his quirky style and sense of humor. He had an endless reserve of energy for performing kind deeds. He loved kids and the way they perceive the world, and he honored the child perspective, watching quietly, listening patiently, always giving their humanity and experience equal weight and respect as that of adults. He was good and genuine, and he liked waiting to see how long it would take someone to notice that his socks had eyeballs sewn on them or that his shirt was a punchline he picked out just for you. There is nobody like Garrett, and that makes saying goodbye so difficult, but when I think of him, I can’t help but smile, and I know that’s how he would want it.
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