Last summer, as we climbed Mount Timpanogus, I was blessed to meet Lisa and Dean Garlick– two of the most beautiful and talented people on this gorgeous planet. Like most of the hike participants, Dean and Lisa had lost a child. Their vivacious red-haired Jocelyn died in a ski accident at just fifteen. Their loss constricts my throat and bruises my heart. To lose a child! I can imagine no greater pain.
As we walked and talked, Lisa snapped endless photos, and we spoke of photography’s therapeutic value: the photographer’s habit of constantly searching for beauty that heals the soul, the ability to focus in on what is good and leave the rest as background blur and those rare moments when the whole sky opens up and praises God’s creations. (I think I could write a book on all the incredible conversations I had that day. No one understands the value of parenting quite like those who have lost a child)
Eight hours later as we shuffled towards our cars, Dean brought out bottles of honey while Lisa collected clothes from a grieving parent to fashion into a quilt. They transformed their sorrow into generosity. I wrote about it on Segullah today, but if you want more of the story (and trust me, you do) witness their miracles at thegarlickspread.blogspot.com.