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Garrett Evan Hull

Manchester - A Celebration of Life for Garrett Evan Hull, age 27 of Manchester, TN and formerly of Patch Grove and Greenville, WI, will be conducted on Wednesday, December 18, 2019 at 11:00 A.M. at Coffee County Funeral Chapel with Father Klasek officiating. Garrett passed away on Wednesday, December 11, 2019.

Garrett was born on January 2, 1992 in Orlando, FL. He had a love for music, played the guitar and was an avid songwriter. He was a 2010 graduate of River Ridge High School in Patch Grove, WI. Garrett was employed with Gulfstream in Appleton, WI until October 2019.

Preceded in death by his grandfathers, Perry Frasure Hull and Edwin Keeney. Survived by his parents, Robert and Sandra Hull; grandmothers, Emily Hull and Carolyn Keeney; brothers, Drew Hull (Elizabeth), Ethan Hull (Katie); nieces, Eva, Adelyn, Norah and Paige; nephew, Aliester; aunts, uncles and cousins.

Coffee County Funeral Chapel is honored to serve the Hull family.

Tributes

Jeremy Kirschbaum says:

Garrett has been a close friend of mine for as long as I can remember. We met when I was in the first grade, and Garrett was partnered with me in what could basically be described as a "job shadowing" day for elementary school students. I didn't know it at the time, but I had just met one of the best friends that I will ever have in this life. Garrett and I talked and hung out often. I remember at recess, we would walk into the little grove that bordered the playground and find sticks that looked like pistols and go on James Bond-like missions. I also remember calling him often after watching our favorite after-school shows to discuss the episodes.

When we got to high school, Garrett and I both fell in love with music. I remember spending many study hall periods looking at guitars on the internet with Garrett that neither one of us could even come close to being able to afford, but we enjoyed window-shopping nonetheless. Garrett and I also frequently joked about the time that our science teacher took up a collection from his students to fund a new TV for his classroom, and when the school administration found out about it, they refunded my one penny in full, but shorted Garrett by 8 cents on his $20.08 donation.

During high school, we also took guitar lessons over in Lancaster. We would often joke about the small Tyson Foods building on the way into town being the sole source of the world's chicken supply, and one guy delivering it in a Ford Focus similar to the one Garrett drove (there was usually one parked out in front). Then, after our lessons, we'd go back to his house and play guitar and watch random YouTube videos for a while. Garrett introduced me to a lot of new music, and much of what I still listen to today is based on his recommendations.

After high school, Garrett and I went in different directions for a while. But we'd still talk often, either via phone or instant message, picking up right where we left off. We'd talk about music and guitars, but also about other things going on in life, like school and work, and other, deeper topics as well, such as philosophical ideologies. We'd also get together when we were both back at home for holidays and breaks. We spent many late nights talking out under the streetlight near the end of the Hulls' driveway, and I remember Garrett and I driving to the Kwik Trip in Prairie du Chien at 3:00 AM one night to get a pizza while we listened to Pink Floyd. I was thrilled when Garrett moved to Platteville for a while, as we were able to play guitar together again and see each other pretty regularly. But when he told me he was moving up to Appleton and asked me to be a reference for him for a job he had applied for with Gulfstream, I was happy to oblige.

While we still called and instant messaged frequently, Garrett and I weren’t able to see each other face-to-face too many more times after he had moved to Appleton. One of the last times I saw Garrett in person was at my wedding, where Garrett had graciously agreed to be a groomsman. I was honored that Garrett was there to be a part of our special day, and it would not have been the same without him. I remember him breaking out into a sprinkler dance during our grand march that still makes me smile thinking about it.

To the Hull family, words cannot express my sympathies to you. Garrett always spoke highly of his family, and he especially enjoyed being an uncle. I remember him telling me that his parents had moved to Tennessee, and that they were now “true retired people” because his dad had bought a riding lawn mower. The last time I talked to Garrett, he was also planning on moving to Tennessee to be closer to his family (and to get away from the cold Wisconsin winters – he complained about them a lot, and he hated shoveling snow!). I am so sorry that I could not be there with you to celebrate the life of someone who has been such a big part of mine.

I can’t imagine what life will be like going forward without Garrett, but I’m eternally grateful to have been able to know him for the time that I did. He had the soul of a poet, and he was one of my best friends. We made so many great memories together, and while I had hoped that we would make more, I’ll always treasure the memories we did create. Whenever I talked to Garrett, he never said “Goodbye” at the end of a conversation, and so I won’t, either. It was good talking to you, man. Laters.

Brianna Kirschbaum says:

I don't have the words for the right now, but I think Garrett will understand, and I hope you do too. As writers, Garrett and I talked a lot about crafting the perfect phrase and how elusive art can be, so I know he'll understand why it feels like all of the words that I want to use have disappeared. All I can say now is that I am so grateful for Garrett's friendship, and tomorrow, I will think of the million words I should have written about how much Garrett means to me and the stories we shared. For now, please know that I am sending immense love to your family as you celebrate Garrett's life. Jeremy and I wish we could be there with you. 
 

Michael Fox says:

Garrett was part of our St. Mary's clique all through grade school and even kept along through high school. We shared lots of interests together - even giving each other nicknames. His was "Gerbagio". I don't recall why, but that just stuck with him. I remember coming to his house and chilling in Patch Grove, playing Grand Theft Auto and whatever else he wanted to do. Garrett was a great guy, and he will surely be missed.

Katrina Ellis says:

I was not close to Garrett but I will always remember him when the song "For What It's Worth" by Buffalo Springfield comes on. I had first heard the song when we were in Mr. Fox's class together. Fast forward a few years, I was trying to think of what that song was and I could only remember part of the melody. I sang the part I knew to Garrett and he was able to tell me exactly what it was right away. Garrett was very musically inclined and a very deep thinker and he will be missed by many.

Shannon Gabel says:

Growing up with Garrett in St. Mary's catholic school he was always a quiet and kind kid. I recall him cracking jokes every once in awhile and when he did the whole class would be full of laughter. Moving on to high school we all kind of went our own ways hanging out in certain groups but Garrett, he was always one you could count on being that same kind gentle kid we remember from catholic school. Never had a bad thing to say about anyone and never judged anyone. If you had a question he was one to give you an answer. He will be greatly missed by our class.

Chris Michels says:

Garrett was always a character and a fun guy to be around. I was fortunate enough to meet him through my college dorm-mate Jeremy. Jamming out to Alice in Chains or similar everywhere we went, dreaming to write and play music. It never ceased to amaze me how passionate he was about it all.

Jeremy, Garrett and I at one point attempted to do some amateur recording in a basement. I'll never forget the hours we spent just trying to cover the first 60 seconds of "Would" by Alice in Chains. Two guys on guitars that had never really played with just a drummer (me) and a Concert/Jazz band drummer who had never played together with just 2 guitars. Countless attempts at positioning our "mic", which at the time was a tablet with stereo microphones, to try and hear anything but the drum set. Eventually we figured it out and we had an awesome 60 second MP3 to show for it. None of us cared how bad is sounded, the fact that we had created something together in which we were all so passionate about was beyond words.

I didn't know you for very long but the times we did share together were always goofy and fun. You were a soft spoken, deep minded individual and the world is a better place for having you in it. Even if it was for a shorter period than we had all hoped for. May you rest in peace and rock out on your stairway to heaven.

To quote Down in a Hole by Alice in Chains: "I'd like to fly, but my wings have been so denied"

Garrett, you will be missed brother and you now have your wings.

Evan Kleinow says:

I would first like to say that I am deeply sorry for your loss. I was contacted they other day by an old classmate of mine letting me know that Garrett had passed. It took me a minute to figure out who she was talking about because I have always called him William. I am terrible at remembering names and so I need to rename people sometimes and that's the name I gave him. When I figured out who she was talking about my heart sank. Garrett was a year or two behind me in school and he always made time to talk to me when we saw each other in the hallway. He always struck me as a very genuine person with deep feelings. I always looked forward to our conversations because he was one person that could have a serious conversation with you and cared about your views and opinions. One of my favorite memories of him is the day I had a knock on my door and he was standing there. I was shocked to see him and I said "William what are you doing here". He found out where I lived and came to personally thank me for giving him a graduation card, and that action goes to show you how much he cared and thought about people. I often wondered whatever happened to him because that was the last time I saw him. I hope he felt the same care and appreciation that he made others feel. He was truly one of those people that are hard to find. I hope everyone who has been affected by his loss can find comfort in the fond memories you have of him.

Ron White says:

Garrett and I had sparse encounters throughout high school, yet in our final year we shared, I believe, a study hall with Mr. Fox. As so many have pointed out, he was extremely musically inclined. The conversations amongst those in study hall and Garrett was entertaining, often referencing YouTube and Mr. Fox to settle any musical quarrel. That said, he and I did not share many deep conversations until we both ended up at UW-Eau Claire. He and I would ride back together to Patch Grove. It was during these 3.5 hour drives that we shared fairly insightful and deep conversations about a number of topics. As philosophical as I thought I was during these conversations, I could count on Garrett to show me otherwise. I truly enjoyed my time in the car with him and looked forward to them.

After he transferred I do not believe we ever again shared words. I was taken aback with news of his passing and thoughts drifted toward missed opportunity for continued conversation. To Garrett's family, time heals, but not all. For that which time does not, fill that void with knowledge that those he came across were left impacted, for the better, having met him.

Al and Ann Kirschbaum says:

One of my earliest memories of Garrett was a message he left on our answering machine. A sweet little boy's voice said, "Jeremy, I tried to call you, but you weren't there." I couldn't help smiling as I thought how fortunate Jeremy was to have Garrett as a friend.

When our kids were little, parents used to have recess duty after lunch at school and could eat lunch with the kids before going outside. One day Al sat next to Garrett who was playing a game with his peaches. He explained that the "guy" (probably a straw or carrot stick) had to be careful to stay away from the "acid" (the syrup around the peaches).

Through the years I still thought of Garrett as a sweet, kind, fun-loving guy who liked spending time with his friends sitting around talking, watching TV, playing video games, and playing music. He also had a great love of music which he shared with them.

One evening we stopped by the Fox house. Michael had several friends over, probably getting together over college break. It was Garrett's birthday, so we went downstairs to wish him "Happy Birthday!" and tell the others "Hi!" We laughed when we saw them all sitting around with each of them holding a laptop.

Jeremy's close friends have always been people we liked and trusted. When he got married, Garrett was one of his groomsmen, which seemed an obvious choice to us.

To the Hull family and all his friends, we send a great big hug and lots of love. We wish we had been able to be there with you to celebrate his life. I am sure his friends from Wisconsin could have shared many funny and heartwarming stories.

I lit a candle at church for Garrett and all of you. I am also sending lots of prayers to help all of us through the tears. We had hoped to make more memories, but those we have are sweet and will be treasured. We are blessed and thankful to have known him.

Aunt Kris says:

I miss you Garrett. You were such an inspiration to me when you came to be with Uncle Pat during my troubles. MAY you be at peace from all those racing thoughts and feeling alone. YOU WERE AN AWSOME NEPHEW!!!I love you and miss you more than I can put into words right now.

c says:

This will be the least coherent epitaph I'll ever write:

Garrett rode my bus and it wasn't really a fun bus ride without him; Denim Jacket, grea(heas)sy slicked hair, etc. Epitome of cool. He went to the parochial school and I not, but I think we spoke less than a dozen times during those years.

High school was different? I can't think of when or why, it just was. We had Advanced Biology together and I think that was it. For us, it was Senior year and we(I) was ready(violently) to destroy the next year(four). So of course drinking, drugs(one plant), and raucous stupidity is the quickest/cleanest way to describe this time.

but

There was a time where I found out that Garrett played the guitar and pretty well. I thought to myself:

SELF- "Self, this is your opportunity to do the Rock and Roll thing"

I went to his house, he had amps the whole nine, this was it.

actualvoice inmy head: ROCKANDROLL

Let's pause this here: I don't feel required to admit that I wasn't -

(pause)

It doesn't benefit the "chronicle" if you will, that I gruesomely detail the on-goings of, "The Misadventures of Music and Me". So I won't

Then it was the last day Senior Year already.

*enter drama* This was the last day we would actually see each other.

Not really, but have you heard people say things like, "..That was the last day I went outside to play with my friends", HOW DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT. WHY THIS WASN'T IN MY THOUGHTS UNTIL THAT POINT, AND I MISS SLASH CHERISH THOSE TIMES.

I stayed around town like a shmuck and did nothing, refer back to my recount of the "post-highschool, pre-enlightenment" time frame. It was compelling?! But I think Garrett went off to college on the east side of the state, don't quote me on that. So he's fancy smart man with aspirations and I -

Tried to keep in touch, I actually did. I have Messenger read receipts to prove it!

but again

I was a little* selfish. And being selfish isn't conducive with trying to keep in touch with your friends that would rather be, you know, bettering themselves.

Fast Forward again if we didn't already once.

It's 2018?

And the G man gives me a jingle. At this point I've moved away from home, and turned into a pseudo-hermit (it's wonderful, back off).

We had a pretty good conversation, like I had to charge my phone halfway through the day, LONG phone call. I think we kind of ended a little, weird? Like I had to abruptly hang up on him and never got around to calling him back. I loathe that.

Garrett was the first person to humble me in a very important part of my developmental stage. We were strong friends from that point on. We lost someone truly wonderful and lovely and slightly odd, and I can only hope that he got another chance at it.

To Garrett's family I didn't get to know, and that was probably a boon to them, I am sorry and I hope that you find just a little more time to breath every day.

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