This past weekend I gathered, along with many friends, family, and relative strangers; to celebrate the life of my sister, Jocie Garlick, and the birth of a memorial on top of Beaver Mountain. I haven't written a lot about what happened to my family six months ago, in part because this is a very public forum for such personal details, but mostly because I don't think that I am ready to. The emotions are still too raw to internalize and then spit out in the manner I usually employ for my writings. I think about writing about it, about her, about the aftermath, all the time; I suppose that's good enough for now.
During the program, Jocie's closest friends let go of 99 (give or take, I heard a lot of popping noises) red balloons. I didn't get to see much of this part of the program, as in the moment this picture was taken, Dione and I started performing 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow' (With both of us singing and I on guitar, brave I know.). I had given my camera to Heady, Bob's sister, and she took this, as well as many other incredible pictures. I just love the look on these girls' faces. It makes me cry and smile at the same time.
I also include this self-portrait of Heather 'Heady' Fawson. A word for the wise, if you want lovely pictures taken while you're busy, give your camera to Heather. But beware, it will come back with several self-portraits, and undoubtably, a picture of Jayme Champlin in there too. (I think this is the corner of her head here. That blonde bit right by the sky there.)