The divorce was final last week. We're out, we're finally safe. Now I wait for a trial to see what happens next. I just know that no matter what happens with the criminal system that my babies and I got out. One way or another we'll be okay and so much better off free from his abuse.
@shainarobb547313 күн бұрын
Thank you for sharing your stories
@shainarobb547313 күн бұрын
Don’t wait Runaway
@shainarobb547313 күн бұрын
Fight for justice truth peace Fight for your freedom
@shainarobb547313 күн бұрын
It takes courage to escape Take control Take your voice back You have the power Fearlessness is what you have
@shainarobb547313 күн бұрын
I pray for those who are survivors of Domestic violence awareness Because The Holy Spirit of god Will be there for you
@OfficiallyTweakd23 күн бұрын
Still here in 2024 ❤ u Gary
@RitheliSivicopatricio25 күн бұрын
O melhor cover ❤❤
@LearningK-re7iqАй бұрын
Care bear 4U ❤
@jessicaray18842 ай бұрын
Man
@SarahHughes-ee8bo2 ай бұрын
🩵💚💔
@SpoilerForcePodcast2 ай бұрын
Sad to know that I’m just now discovering this amazing cover. Rest in peace.
@Barefootforestwanderer3 ай бұрын
It took me 10 years to leave . After 3 battered women’s shelters and after I got out of the hospital the last time, I took my 4 babies and got out for good . They gave him 7 years in prison for what he did to me and my kids. He made me feel like nothing. Well I got my GED, went back to school again and became an EMT then volunteered at my fire dept. I bought my own home and truck. I made it and I’m not afraid of anything or anyone anymore. I was nozzelman first in last out of fires 🔥… I literally walked through fires and became strong inside and out . If you’re getting beaten don’t wait to be killed, and don’t let your kids suffer through that.
@RogueJyn3 ай бұрын
Such a beautiful voice. rest in peace man. I love this so much
@ta-ku59143 ай бұрын
How have I been listening to this legend for 8+ years and only now finding out that he passed away 🙁💕
@leighsartin17333 ай бұрын
Sadly so true! Pray for me for strength and courage!!!
@EarthenEternal3 ай бұрын
Offfffff..... The it's not rape hits fucking hard Thank you for acknowledging that it is...
@JCost14183 ай бұрын
This song came up streaming somewhere for me about a year and a half ago, I almost got whiplash running to the phone to see who and what it was. I've been falling in love with Garrett's voice and interpretations since then... The other night I decided to look him up, see if there was more music coming, any tours on the way and oh, how I was gutted to discover why there wouldn't be any of that. This Earth lost such an innovative creator and is much worse off for it, I can't even fathom what art we've missed out on. I hope he's found the peace that he couldn't find here. This song just bears so much more weight now. What a soul to be here without.
@sage16824 ай бұрын
How he die and how people find out about it
@sage16824 ай бұрын
How he die
@braydenmurphy46084 ай бұрын
I was abused mentally as a child and then was abused mentally all last year by my ex girlfriend. I’m still healing. It’s very hard. Abuse happens to guys too…
@afolabifajumo66994 ай бұрын
Lost my mum a month ago and came across this. Heart so heavy. Thanks Garrett for sharing your voice with us 🙏🏾🕊️
@RXWSY4 ай бұрын
Discorvered this when it came out, forgot about it and found it again... finding out you passed away... this song has helped me alot through hard times. Thank you and may you rest in peace Garrett ❤️
@user-ei3tc1wr3k4 ай бұрын
It took me 13 years to get away from my abusive husband. Unfortunately I am still fighting a divorce.
@dominiquedoeslife5 ай бұрын
Prefacing this comment with the fact that I do not know this young man and now sadly never will have the chance to. That said, I wanted to share this because it affected me so deeply reading it, and it might help someone: Garrett Lawrence Garfield Garrett Lawrence Garfield Feb 7, 1992 - Nov 19, 2020 Garrett Lawrence Garfield was born on 7 Feb 1992 at American Fork hospital in Utah. He spent his entire childhood in Orem. He played most every sport throughout his youth, excelling in all of them but most notably golf and baseball, both of which he played in High School. This despite a tendency to not quite get the cleat laces cinched tight before games. He climbed trees and goofed around in the fields behind his house with his neighborhood buddies. As a toddler, he took walks in the stroller with his folks to see the nearby horses and feed them apples, then went home to happily pound down some disgusting-looking strained green swill baby food before watching ‘The Snowman’ for the umpteenth time. He loved/tolerated/ignored/adored his three younger brothers and at times drove them nuts with his domineering demands of my way or MY WAY. Ditto for his folks. He made fun and funny noises and imitations as a kid that he amplified in more inventive ways into adulthood. He was a gifted artist. He shared his dad’s love of the Denver Broncos and accompanied him to an every-now-and-then game. He swore up a storm (not always under his breath), and/or had commentary surrounding nearly every play when their games were televised. He struggled to take the trash out. His mom describes him as perfect and hilarious, loving, real, argumentative, anti-authoritarian, fierce, explosive, vibrant, authentic. Yep. He was feared by fish. He developed that love as a kid from his Grandpa Don and Grandpa Larry. He made it his own and pursued and caught everything from crappie to trout to bigger-than-him sturgeon. He was really good at it and it was an area for him of laser focus. Likely having its roots in his hours-long quests to find lizards at scout camps. Oh, and he was an Eagle Scout. I’m not even kidding. His project consisted of creating activity kits for those with Alzheimer’s, influenced by the agony of that disease he saw first-hand through his grandma Leanne. His arc toward music began early. He did a sick cover of Nsync’s ‘Bye Bye Bye’ one year for his dad’s Father’s Day gift. He sought out guitar lessons from a talented neighbor. His folks knew he was serious when they watched him perform Augustana’s ‘Boston’ at a junior high talent show. He captured the crowd. Everybody loves a front man. He got many car rides, pre-license, to friends’ homes to rehearse, record, and refine his craft. And probably hit on a young cutie or two. His first real band, Just For The Record, began in high school and performed at the local music clubs. Who knew a coordinated spit take during the Cade-inspired, nonsensically titled song ‘Phanny Packs Are Coming Back!’ would yield such a boisterous crowd response? But it did. Heady stuff for anyone, let alone a high school kid. Garrett was hooked. After graduating from Mountain View High School in 2010, he bumped around letting jobs like call center rep and struggling addict facility staffer help pay the bills as he pushed his career as a musician. He saw more states by his early twenties than most RVers do by their seventies, hitting small clubs and venues throughout the country with various iterations of his bands and ever-morphing genres. This was punctuated by a long, crushing, solo bus ride home from Vegas, mid-tour, after a rock-n-roll bio-pic worthy, um, ‘disagreement’ that would make Spinal Tap or Oasis blush. Many who looked on from afar, and probably some who saw it up close, may have thought he was merely chasing fame. Or wasn’t serious about it. They didn’t see the sweat equity that he drenched into his songwriting. Attested in part by the countless cell phone audio clip exchanges between him and various bandmates, as he’d produce his perfect version of lyric combos to a riff he’d been shared. Or his hours-long recording sessions to come up with one verse, sometimes Frankenstein-ing together takes A through X with various inflection and emphasis and tone so he could then complete the run and satisfy his desire for his voice to sound perfect to the mood, instrumentals, and message of the song. His music, whether solo or band aided, reflected who he was, how he thought, sometimes warts-and-all, and sometimes his best self. But it was his true self. It meant a lot to him. It meant EVERYTHING to him. And he worked painstakingly hard to share it with those who would listen, and to make an occupation out of it. A crafted life. He landed a gig with Metro Music Club. This wasn’t just some schmoozy wedding band. They are a top-tier act, known throughout the Rocky Mountain region, doing gigs from Vegas to Minneapolis. Garrett grabbed the moment when their paths crossed. He wasn’t looking to be in a cover band. But it helped springboard his ability to pursue his own stuff. Plus, his silky high baritone, and artistry at belting out ‘Sweet Caroline’ just as easily as ‘September’ or ‘Fireball’ (he HATED that song), and own the crowd, cemented his fit with MMC. He was so fun to watch with them. Grandmas adored him. Young hotties swooned. Dudes wished they had the talent and huevos to BE him. Except for the stage makeup. Which Garrett also loved. Along with the always-ready snakeskin jacket, no shirt, dangly earring, and lime green pants. A style all his own. And yet there were his demons. Genetic precursor, chemical imbalance, giving audience to and then embracing the lies of how he saw himself, insert-your-too-easily-explained-reason-here. Or pick another poison. His mental cancer was stage 4. It just wasn’t as visible. No balding, no weight loss, no throwing up, no gaunt physique. The kid could go yard twice (hit 2 home runs) in his softball league game and possibly walk off the field convinced, somewhere in the reaches of his cerebellum, that he was a complete screw-up. And always had been. And always would be. THAT’S the pain he dealt with. The pain that, at its worst, he convinced himself he couldn’t overcome. The pain that he wanted to end at the expense of everything else. We’re crushed beyond words that he’s gone on ahead. We’re glad that he’s safe. We know he’s at peace. But man, oh man, the void. Left in his wake are a grandma, cousins, uncles, aunts, friends, the occasional softball opponent he was so good at needling, fellow musicians, fans, a groupie or two, and finally, his fiancé, his brothers, and his dad and mom. All now cripplingly understanding what it means to be broken-hearted. By name: his grandma Jennie Mae (Jan) Rasmussen Wentz, his cousins Nick, Whitney, Allie, Marshall, Mitchell, Mattie, Ali, Jake, Katie, Diedre, and Mary. Aunts Keri (Rod) and Kami (Rusty), uncles Brad (Heather), Jim (Danita), and Tony. Death And All His Friends bandmates River and Danny. MMC musicians Joslyn and Craig, Hush, Joe, Adam, Brady, Chris, Evan and David. Many former mates and collaborators. His absolutely beloved fiancé Hailey Arnold. His brothers Ethan, Terrell, and Casey. And his loving parents Adam and Julie. Preceded in death by his grandpa Don, for whom Garrett selflessly cared during his final days (and wrote a very raw and poignant post about that experience), his grandpa Larry, and his grandma Leanne, with whom Garrett often spent time during her last few weeks. Viewing will be held Friday, 27 Nov 2020 from 5:00 to 7:00 pm, at the Castle Park Events venue, 110 South Main, Lindon Utah. A second viewing will take place on Saturday morning, 28 Nov from 10:00-11:30 am, with the funeral to follow at noon. Masks are required. The funeral will be live-streamed: my.gather.app/remember/garrett-garfield Burial will follow at the Orem City Cemetery. All are welcome. If you’re suffering from mental illness - you have options! Seek them. Trust people, medications, and resources in your life that are all trying to render aid. If you know someone - never ever ever ever ever ever give up. Try try try and try again. Funeral Directors: Utah Valley Mortuary
@Dabednego6 ай бұрын
It’s weird leaving a comment on a dead person’s channel. Even at the best of times you’d be lucky if the actual artist saw the comment you made, but in this case I know he’ll never see it. Regardless, this is gorgeous. Thank you
@stevey_6 ай бұрын
RIP Garrett
@arhansen856 ай бұрын
Healing tears*❤
@slacksbs6 ай бұрын
fly high🫶
@realessence6 ай бұрын
Such a phenomenal cover of an extraordinary song. Amazing voice and a pleasure to listen to. Rest in peace. Thank you for sharing your talent with the world.
@MrAestheticism7 ай бұрын
Thanks man. Sorry youre not around
@LegendOfThroop7 ай бұрын
Garrett, I know you'll never see this but I just want to thank you for sharing your gift. I found you and your music library late. But you've become one of my favourite singers ever. I just hope you've found your peace. I know the pain. Miss you and your voice.
@WVGURL3047 ай бұрын
It took me 16 yrs to get away it's been 8 yrs now and I'm finally happy again it took me 8 yrs to undo what he done mentally my physical scars will always be a reminder but I made it
@ThislittleLightofMine-ix1vq8 ай бұрын
I never knew you but i knew you !! When we are without words let the music speak. 😢
@esunaluna8 ай бұрын
Rest in peace, Garrett 🕊
@elizabethdespair8 ай бұрын
if imagine dragons made can you feel my heart
@nicolefox32009 ай бұрын
I need help 😢
@brittanysaunders9 ай бұрын
Wowow
@Witchymomma3710 ай бұрын
I left my abuser after a year relationship I’m glad I got out when I did but he told me he ain’t going out without a bang I had to take a beating ,broken nose and one concussion later ! I’m here listening to this song I’ll never forget the victims of DV 12/20/19
@rexslife341310 ай бұрын
Rest in peace my beautiful baby brother. I love you so much forever. Forever 24. We needed you here Raymond.
@josephzouzoukurban11 ай бұрын
RIP
@408_SJ11 ай бұрын
We need to learn to get out of those relationships when you see the person is not going to change. I know is fuck up. You as a person and for those the love you and needs you gotta do the change nothing is impossible as long you breathing and start over again don't matter how many times it takes you to accomplish victory for yourself.
@DylanGeick11 ай бұрын
Dear Garret, You’ve been dead going on three years and I never met you. This spring I walked halfway across America in memory of my stepfather. Like you, he left us long before anyone was ready. I understand. My first 30 days I walked in silence. My best friend sent me this. “Whenever you can listen to music again”. I wept in the North Sonoran desert, abandoning the folded tent in my hands. Never before had I really heard the words of this song. The pain struck like lightning. The beauty stayed longer. Thank you. Seeing you’d taken your life devastated me. So many I’ve loved or admired have done the same. I wish you were here to record one more record. Maybe we could’ve made something together. When I want to die, I come here. I remind myself I might have a soul nearly as beautiful as this but, like you, just not be able to see it all the time. Rest easy my friend. Thank you. Thank you.
@carolestrasburg984711 ай бұрын
😭. We miss you Garrett Fly with the Angels
@elizabethcampos9535 Жыл бұрын
Women are so beautiful why do men always abuse the good ones why not the bad ones...
@sh43n Жыл бұрын
🙏🙏🙏
@GarrettCrosgrove Жыл бұрын
I've been going down a music rabbit hole for the past 2 hours, found this song, realized it was one of my most popular songs I listened to during my senior year in highschool (2015). I must have found it right as it came out. But this song has so many memories attached to it for me. Come to find out of Garrett's passing, him being rasied in my home state, and also sharing the same name. Idk just a lot of intresting connections I'm making. Currently adding all his other songs to my playlists right now. Thanks for making music. :)
@zikriijifebiamingga8109 Жыл бұрын
I didn't see it coming But I never really had much faith In the universe's magic, oh no Till it pulled us to that time and place, and I'll never forget When the floodgates opened, we, we cried an ocean It still has me choking, it's hard to explain I know you know me, you don't have to show me I, I feel you're lonely, no need to explain So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo" Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this So I wanna hear your mother tongue So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo" Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this So I wanna hear your mother tongue And yeah, I could be punching But I always tend to fluctuate And I feel sick that I'm buzzing; oh, love, I'm in trouble I'm sorry, but you got me gushing all over the place, and I don't wanna get wet But I think we're chosen like our fates were woven And all of those bad choices were left turns on the way So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo" Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this So I wanna hear your mother tongue So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo" Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this So I wanna hear your mother tongue I think best way to explain, it's like Yeah, kinda like that, but little more Yeah, all makes sense right like, like, like So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo" Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this So I wanna hear your mother tongue So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo" Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this So I wanna hear your mother tongue So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo" Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this So I wanna hear your mother tongue
@user-qj7mm4ec8e Жыл бұрын
I am so proud of you if you ever need anything please reach 💜
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The divorce was final last week. We're out, we're finally safe. Now I wait for a trial to see what happens next. I just know that no matter what happens with the criminal system that my babies and I got out. One way or another we'll be okay and so much better off free from his abuse.
Thank you for sharing your stories
Don’t wait Runaway
Fight for justice truth peace Fight for your freedom
It takes courage to escape Take control Take your voice back You have the power Fearlessness is what you have
I pray for those who are survivors of Domestic violence awareness Because The Holy Spirit of god Will be there for you
Still here in 2024 ❤ u Gary
O melhor cover ❤❤
Care bear 4U ❤
Man
🩵💚💔
Sad to know that I’m just now discovering this amazing cover. Rest in peace.
It took me 10 years to leave . After 3 battered women’s shelters and after I got out of the hospital the last time, I took my 4 babies and got out for good . They gave him 7 years in prison for what he did to me and my kids. He made me feel like nothing. Well I got my GED, went back to school again and became an EMT then volunteered at my fire dept. I bought my own home and truck. I made it and I’m not afraid of anything or anyone anymore. I was nozzelman first in last out of fires 🔥… I literally walked through fires and became strong inside and out . If you’re getting beaten don’t wait to be killed, and don’t let your kids suffer through that.
Such a beautiful voice. rest in peace man. I love this so much
How have I been listening to this legend for 8+ years and only now finding out that he passed away 🙁💕
Sadly so true! Pray for me for strength and courage!!!
Offfffff..... The it's not rape hits fucking hard Thank you for acknowledging that it is...
This song came up streaming somewhere for me about a year and a half ago, I almost got whiplash running to the phone to see who and what it was. I've been falling in love with Garrett's voice and interpretations since then... The other night I decided to look him up, see if there was more music coming, any tours on the way and oh, how I was gutted to discover why there wouldn't be any of that. This Earth lost such an innovative creator and is much worse off for it, I can't even fathom what art we've missed out on. I hope he's found the peace that he couldn't find here. This song just bears so much more weight now. What a soul to be here without.
How he die and how people find out about it
How he die
I was abused mentally as a child and then was abused mentally all last year by my ex girlfriend. I’m still healing. It’s very hard. Abuse happens to guys too…
Lost my mum a month ago and came across this. Heart so heavy. Thanks Garrett for sharing your voice with us 🙏🏾🕊️
Discorvered this when it came out, forgot about it and found it again... finding out you passed away... this song has helped me alot through hard times. Thank you and may you rest in peace Garrett ❤️
It took me 13 years to get away from my abusive husband. Unfortunately I am still fighting a divorce.
Prefacing this comment with the fact that I do not know this young man and now sadly never will have the chance to. That said, I wanted to share this because it affected me so deeply reading it, and it might help someone: Garrett Lawrence Garfield Garrett Lawrence Garfield Feb 7, 1992 - Nov 19, 2020 Garrett Lawrence Garfield was born on 7 Feb 1992 at American Fork hospital in Utah. He spent his entire childhood in Orem. He played most every sport throughout his youth, excelling in all of them but most notably golf and baseball, both of which he played in High School. This despite a tendency to not quite get the cleat laces cinched tight before games. He climbed trees and goofed around in the fields behind his house with his neighborhood buddies. As a toddler, he took walks in the stroller with his folks to see the nearby horses and feed them apples, then went home to happily pound down some disgusting-looking strained green swill baby food before watching ‘The Snowman’ for the umpteenth time. He loved/tolerated/ignored/adored his three younger brothers and at times drove them nuts with his domineering demands of my way or MY WAY. Ditto for his folks. He made fun and funny noises and imitations as a kid that he amplified in more inventive ways into adulthood. He was a gifted artist. He shared his dad’s love of the Denver Broncos and accompanied him to an every-now-and-then game. He swore up a storm (not always under his breath), and/or had commentary surrounding nearly every play when their games were televised. He struggled to take the trash out. His mom describes him as perfect and hilarious, loving, real, argumentative, anti-authoritarian, fierce, explosive, vibrant, authentic. Yep. He was feared by fish. He developed that love as a kid from his Grandpa Don and Grandpa Larry. He made it his own and pursued and caught everything from crappie to trout to bigger-than-him sturgeon. He was really good at it and it was an area for him of laser focus. Likely having its roots in his hours-long quests to find lizards at scout camps. Oh, and he was an Eagle Scout. I’m not even kidding. His project consisted of creating activity kits for those with Alzheimer’s, influenced by the agony of that disease he saw first-hand through his grandma Leanne. His arc toward music began early. He did a sick cover of Nsync’s ‘Bye Bye Bye’ one year for his dad’s Father’s Day gift. He sought out guitar lessons from a talented neighbor. His folks knew he was serious when they watched him perform Augustana’s ‘Boston’ at a junior high talent show. He captured the crowd. Everybody loves a front man. He got many car rides, pre-license, to friends’ homes to rehearse, record, and refine his craft. And probably hit on a young cutie or two. His first real band, Just For The Record, began in high school and performed at the local music clubs. Who knew a coordinated spit take during the Cade-inspired, nonsensically titled song ‘Phanny Packs Are Coming Back!’ would yield such a boisterous crowd response? But it did. Heady stuff for anyone, let alone a high school kid. Garrett was hooked. After graduating from Mountain View High School in 2010, he bumped around letting jobs like call center rep and struggling addict facility staffer help pay the bills as he pushed his career as a musician. He saw more states by his early twenties than most RVers do by their seventies, hitting small clubs and venues throughout the country with various iterations of his bands and ever-morphing genres. This was punctuated by a long, crushing, solo bus ride home from Vegas, mid-tour, after a rock-n-roll bio-pic worthy, um, ‘disagreement’ that would make Spinal Tap or Oasis blush. Many who looked on from afar, and probably some who saw it up close, may have thought he was merely chasing fame. Or wasn’t serious about it. They didn’t see the sweat equity that he drenched into his songwriting. Attested in part by the countless cell phone audio clip exchanges between him and various bandmates, as he’d produce his perfect version of lyric combos to a riff he’d been shared. Or his hours-long recording sessions to come up with one verse, sometimes Frankenstein-ing together takes A through X with various inflection and emphasis and tone so he could then complete the run and satisfy his desire for his voice to sound perfect to the mood, instrumentals, and message of the song. His music, whether solo or band aided, reflected who he was, how he thought, sometimes warts-and-all, and sometimes his best self. But it was his true self. It meant a lot to him. It meant EVERYTHING to him. And he worked painstakingly hard to share it with those who would listen, and to make an occupation out of it. A crafted life. He landed a gig with Metro Music Club. This wasn’t just some schmoozy wedding band. They are a top-tier act, known throughout the Rocky Mountain region, doing gigs from Vegas to Minneapolis. Garrett grabbed the moment when their paths crossed. He wasn’t looking to be in a cover band. But it helped springboard his ability to pursue his own stuff. Plus, his silky high baritone, and artistry at belting out ‘Sweet Caroline’ just as easily as ‘September’ or ‘Fireball’ (he HATED that song), and own the crowd, cemented his fit with MMC. He was so fun to watch with them. Grandmas adored him. Young hotties swooned. Dudes wished they had the talent and huevos to BE him. Except for the stage makeup. Which Garrett also loved. Along with the always-ready snakeskin jacket, no shirt, dangly earring, and lime green pants. A style all his own. And yet there were his demons. Genetic precursor, chemical imbalance, giving audience to and then embracing the lies of how he saw himself, insert-your-too-easily-explained-reason-here. Or pick another poison. His mental cancer was stage 4. It just wasn’t as visible. No balding, no weight loss, no throwing up, no gaunt physique. The kid could go yard twice (hit 2 home runs) in his softball league game and possibly walk off the field convinced, somewhere in the reaches of his cerebellum, that he was a complete screw-up. And always had been. And always would be. THAT’S the pain he dealt with. The pain that, at its worst, he convinced himself he couldn’t overcome. The pain that he wanted to end at the expense of everything else. We’re crushed beyond words that he’s gone on ahead. We’re glad that he’s safe. We know he’s at peace. But man, oh man, the void. Left in his wake are a grandma, cousins, uncles, aunts, friends, the occasional softball opponent he was so good at needling, fellow musicians, fans, a groupie or two, and finally, his fiancé, his brothers, and his dad and mom. All now cripplingly understanding what it means to be broken-hearted. By name: his grandma Jennie Mae (Jan) Rasmussen Wentz, his cousins Nick, Whitney, Allie, Marshall, Mitchell, Mattie, Ali, Jake, Katie, Diedre, and Mary. Aunts Keri (Rod) and Kami (Rusty), uncles Brad (Heather), Jim (Danita), and Tony. Death And All His Friends bandmates River and Danny. MMC musicians Joslyn and Craig, Hush, Joe, Adam, Brady, Chris, Evan and David. Many former mates and collaborators. His absolutely beloved fiancé Hailey Arnold. His brothers Ethan, Terrell, and Casey. And his loving parents Adam and Julie. Preceded in death by his grandpa Don, for whom Garrett selflessly cared during his final days (and wrote a very raw and poignant post about that experience), his grandpa Larry, and his grandma Leanne, with whom Garrett often spent time during her last few weeks. Viewing will be held Friday, 27 Nov 2020 from 5:00 to 7:00 pm, at the Castle Park Events venue, 110 South Main, Lindon Utah. A second viewing will take place on Saturday morning, 28 Nov from 10:00-11:30 am, with the funeral to follow at noon. Masks are required. The funeral will be live-streamed: my.gather.app/remember/garrett-garfield Burial will follow at the Orem City Cemetery. All are welcome. If you’re suffering from mental illness - you have options! Seek them. Trust people, medications, and resources in your life that are all trying to render aid. If you know someone - never ever ever ever ever ever give up. Try try try and try again. Funeral Directors: Utah Valley Mortuary
It’s weird leaving a comment on a dead person’s channel. Even at the best of times you’d be lucky if the actual artist saw the comment you made, but in this case I know he’ll never see it. Regardless, this is gorgeous. Thank you
RIP Garrett
Healing tears*❤
fly high🫶
Such a phenomenal cover of an extraordinary song. Amazing voice and a pleasure to listen to. Rest in peace. Thank you for sharing your talent with the world.
Thanks man. Sorry youre not around
Garrett, I know you'll never see this but I just want to thank you for sharing your gift. I found you and your music library late. But you've become one of my favourite singers ever. I just hope you've found your peace. I know the pain. Miss you and your voice.
It took me 16 yrs to get away it's been 8 yrs now and I'm finally happy again it took me 8 yrs to undo what he done mentally my physical scars will always be a reminder but I made it
I never knew you but i knew you !! When we are without words let the music speak. 😢
Rest in peace, Garrett 🕊
if imagine dragons made can you feel my heart
I need help 😢
Wowow
I left my abuser after a year relationship I’m glad I got out when I did but he told me he ain’t going out without a bang I had to take a beating ,broken nose and one concussion later ! I’m here listening to this song I’ll never forget the victims of DV 12/20/19
Rest in peace my beautiful baby brother. I love you so much forever. Forever 24. We needed you here Raymond.
RIP
We need to learn to get out of those relationships when you see the person is not going to change. I know is fuck up. You as a person and for those the love you and needs you gotta do the change nothing is impossible as long you breathing and start over again don't matter how many times it takes you to accomplish victory for yourself.
Dear Garret, You’ve been dead going on three years and I never met you. This spring I walked halfway across America in memory of my stepfather. Like you, he left us long before anyone was ready. I understand. My first 30 days I walked in silence. My best friend sent me this. “Whenever you can listen to music again”. I wept in the North Sonoran desert, abandoning the folded tent in my hands. Never before had I really heard the words of this song. The pain struck like lightning. The beauty stayed longer. Thank you. Seeing you’d taken your life devastated me. So many I’ve loved or admired have done the same. I wish you were here to record one more record. Maybe we could’ve made something together. When I want to die, I come here. I remind myself I might have a soul nearly as beautiful as this but, like you, just not be able to see it all the time. Rest easy my friend. Thank you. Thank you.
😭. We miss you Garrett Fly with the Angels
Women are so beautiful why do men always abuse the good ones why not the bad ones...
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I've been going down a music rabbit hole for the past 2 hours, found this song, realized it was one of my most popular songs I listened to during my senior year in highschool (2015). I must have found it right as it came out. But this song has so many memories attached to it for me. Come to find out of Garrett's passing, him being rasied in my home state, and also sharing the same name. Idk just a lot of intresting connections I'm making. Currently adding all his other songs to my playlists right now. Thanks for making music. :)
I didn't see it coming But I never really had much faith In the universe's magic, oh no Till it pulled us to that time and place, and I'll never forget When the floodgates opened, we, we cried an ocean It still has me choking, it's hard to explain I know you know me, you don't have to show me I, I feel you're lonely, no need to explain So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo" Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this So I wanna hear your mother tongue So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo" Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this So I wanna hear your mother tongue And yeah, I could be punching But I always tend to fluctuate And I feel sick that I'm buzzing; oh, love, I'm in trouble I'm sorry, but you got me gushing all over the place, and I don't wanna get wet But I think we're chosen like our fates were woven And all of those bad choices were left turns on the way So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo" Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this So I wanna hear your mother tongue So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo" Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this So I wanna hear your mother tongue I think best way to explain, it's like Yeah, kinda like that, but little more Yeah, all makes sense right like, like, like So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo" Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this So I wanna hear your mother tongue So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo" Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this So I wanna hear your mother tongue So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo" Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this So I wanna hear your mother tongue
I am so proud of you if you ever need anything please reach 💜
Amazing!♥