Sheri Davis
Garr lived life on his own terms. I first chatted with Garr on Veteran’s Day, in 2019, about the really great deals, and the jobs that we had in the military. Then, we both went and did our own thing. On July 11, 2020, out of the blue, he said, “Hey, let’s go for a ride...or race over the Alpine Loop!” So, we did. We drove around in separate convertibles, like a couple of characters from the movie “Cars.” I was afraid of driving near steep slopes and drop offs, so he would drive in front of me, and I always felt safe. We went on walks and hikes, any season, and I have a set of Yaktrax, courtesy of my friend, so we could go hiking in the snow. Garr was a dichotomy. He read and followed rules. Nothing got by him when it came to doing the right thing. However, he was also a free spirit. So, if there were no very specific, non-negotiable rules to the fun things he wanted to do, then he was “born free.” He was a leader, and I would have followed him anywhere. He was stubborn, and if he wanted to do something, and I was headed in another direction, I somehow always ended up doing the thing that he wanted to do. That had to have been a super power, because I’m stubborn too. He was fun, and thoughtful, and a walking adventure; physically, mentally and spiritually. Whatever happened in the end must have been situational, because he loved his life. He loved people; the more, the merrier. I had hoped, some day, to have gone on some of his traveling adventures, but where he is now I can’t follow. That being said, he is on the greatest adventure of them all; a good man, having lived a good life; and I can only imagine him surrounded by joy and loved ones, with a greater work to do. He is gone too soon, but I believe that nothing is wasted. He had a lot of service, love and friendship yet to give, and maybe we can continue his legacy, so there is nothing left undone.