We all believe that he's with God. He was a spiritual person. He saw the beauty of life, and I have no doubt in my mind that he knew God in only a way that he could.

Garth was smart enough that he could have done just about anything. He was book savvy, and the things he knew, he knew well. He spoke with confidence.

He always liked to have a good time. It could be a serious time and you could always count on him to go have a beer and chew the fat. If Garth was around, you'd either be smiling or laughing.

We talked a lot about spiritual things. He would always say something that would make me think, and I thank God for that.

He was really a passionate artist. Whenever he sang, he held nothing back.

One of my greatest difficulties in consenting to think of religion was that I thought I should have to give up my beautiful thoughts and my love for the things God has made. But I find that the happiness springing from all things not in themselves sinful is much increased by religion. God is the God of the Beautiful—Religion is the love of the Beautiful, and Heaven is the Home of the Beautiful—-Nature is tenfold brighter in the Sun of Righteousness, and my love of Nature is more intense since I became a Christian—-if indeed I am one. God has not given me such thoughts and forbidden me to enjoy them.