Today it has been a week. A week since our dear friend Garrett experienced a catastrophic brain bleed. Sometimes, life is just too hard. And too unfair. And I’ve had a really tough time trying to figure out how to write this post because it’s impossible to put Garrett into words. He was funny and Goofy, really Goofy, and he loved his friends and his family and dancing and music and Disney and Pokemon. He and Sarah became friends when they were in 7th and 8th grade and he was one of Sarah’s “brothers.” One of the many “big kids” who made Jelly feel loved when she joined our family. Together, Garrett and Sarah marched in band, ran track, played in the jazz band and created a lifetime of memories and a deeply bonded community of friends. So deeply bonded that Garrett’s ICU room was probably well over maximum capacity all weekend. Sarah and another friend flew home. People cried and held one another and shared memories of Garrett as we watched, hoped, lost and kept vigil before he became a real-life superhero by giving the gift of life. Garrett Soumokil Freer was a bright, talented, funny and engaging bundle of laughter and love and without him our world is darker and sadder.
Later, we will be able to hold onto the joy and the memories will bring comfort but for now we are shattered.