Again this year some of the leaders & teens from One Way Inn will be doing the World Vision 30 Hour Famine on April 13 and 14.

Please follow this link to read more about our efforts.

You can help us reach our goal to raise $5,000 by sponsoring a teen or leader.

If you’d like to sponsor online, please go to any of the following links:

• Owen Allen
• Lizzie McGraw
• Daniel Harrison
• Maegan Sweeney
• Cindy Westacott
• Dean Westacott
• Matthew Westacott

Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.”

Together we can make a difference!

In her book she gives some wise, wonderful and meaningful answers to this question.

A family is …

A door that has hinges and a lock
A birthplace of creativity
A place where truth is passed along
A museum of memories

I’m quite sure that Trevor’s family would definitely agree that this has been their experience as a family—their family has been filled with creativity and truth—their family will always have and will continue to build a museum of memories.

But the phrase that captured my attention the most is this one.

What is a family? A family is… A shelter in the time of storm!

In the midst of the difficulties and storms of life a family is …

A refuge
A sanctuary
A place of safety
A place of security
A place of protection

It is quite clear to me and to Trevor’s family that they have experienced many places of shelter as they, along with Trevor, courageously battled so many difficulties and storms of life.

Terry, Sandy, Samantha, Tyler and Tanner—you have been an example to all of us as you provided a wonderful loving and supportive shelter for Trevor and for each other as you faced so many storms in your lives together.

Trevor’s extended family has provided protection, loving support and security during these challenging years as well. So many of you have provided a place of safety and protection—places of security and peace. You have provided places of support, love and encouragement.

I know that each family member expresses deep gratitude and thankfulness to each of you for providing a place of shelter for them.

Many times in life and certainly at times like this, all of us need to be reminded that there is a shelter that even surpasses the protection and support that has been given to Trevor’s family by us.

This is a shelter that is acknowledged when someone tells us they are praying for us.

This is a shelter that Trevor’s mom Sandy was looking for when she and my wife Cindy kept in touch by phone and email asking for prayer for Trevor as he faced some particularly challenging days.

This is a shelter that Trevor’s grandmother Patricia so strongly believed in. When we met her this past spring at the hospital, Patricia told us that she had people in many places around the world praying for Trevor.

I know that Trevor’s family deeply appreciated the prayers that were prayed on behalf of Trevor and they know that these prayers gave Trevor so many extra precious days, months and years with them.

This place of shelter is best expressed by several paragraphs from the Bible.

God is our refuge and strength,
An ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear,
Though the earth give way
And the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
Though its waters roar and foam
And the mountains quake with their surging.

Psalm 46:1-3
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
Will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD,
“ He is my refuge and my fortress,
My God, in whom I trust.”

Psalm 91:1-2

Listen to my prayer, O God,
Do not ignore my plea; hear me and answer me.
My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught.
My heart is in anguish within me;
The terrors of death assail me.
Fear and trembling have beset me;
Horror has overwhelmed me.
“Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest –
I would hurry to my place of shelter,
Far from the tempest and storm.”
Cast your cares on the LORD
And He will sustain you;

Psalm 55:1-2; 4-8; 22

I lift up my eyes to the hills -
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
The Maker of heaven and earth.

Psalm 121:1-2
The LORD is my shepherd,
I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
He leads me beside quiet waters,
He restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.
Even though I walk
Through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
In the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and love will follow me
All the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD Forever.

Psalm 23

I know we all wonder if God is really present. Does He really care about me personally and does He care about what I am going through?

These words of comfort from the Bible remind us that God is present—always present and He invites us to experience His strength, His comfort, His shelter in our daily experiences of life.

Yesterday during the visitation at the funeral home, I saw two things amongst the many photos, news clippings and other personal items displayed in remembrance of Trevor that speak of this wonderful shelter that God provides for us.

There was a green wooden heart with a wooden base and a teddy bear with wings peering from behind the heart with these words: “Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift.” God gives us each day as a gift and He desires that we are aware of His gracious and caring presence with us as we face each day.

There was also a ceramic bell with a little boy sucking his thumb and he was carrying a little bear. The bell was inscribed with the words “Jesus gave me a new heart.” This was literally true for Trevor who was twice blessed with donated hearts.

What gratitude he and his family expressed on a daily basis for such amazing gifts. In a similar deeply spiritual sense, God asks us to open ourselves to Him so He can bless us with “new hearts” that will daily acknowledge Him.

In the midst of life and all that we experience – whether wonderful or overwhelming —God wants us to have hearts of gratitude that thank Him for the incredible gifts He has given us.

God is a shelter! Is He your shelter? Don’t miss His comfort, strength and support!
Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens.

Psalm 68:19

Dean Westacott

“With Trevor gone, it would have been impossible to watch the Leafs play this year anyway,” his mother said, “With no hockey, it’s as if the Leafs and the league are mourning him too. At least that’s what I tell myself.”

Each day, without failure, Sandra Lewis dons her Maple Leaf jersey and makes the short trip to Pine Hills Cemetery to visit her son’s grave — even if only for a minute to two. “It gives me comfort,” she said. “It makes me feel better.”

Last Saturday at 10:25 a.m. — one year to the day and to the minute that Trevor Lewis died at the age of 19, a memorial service was held at his graveside, with some 50 people in attendance, with everyone wearing a Maple Leaf jersey.

Because he was a fighter, as in a fighter for life over an odds-on early death, Trevor Lewis was buried last year in the Leaf jersey of another fighter, Tie Domi. It was either Domi or Alexander Mogilny, but it was the player with the biggest heart who ultimately got the nod.

When his casket was wheeled down the aisle of Scarborough’s Bendale Bible Chapel, it was draped in blue-and-white Maple Leaf banner, and the pallbearers walking alongside were all wearing Maple Leaf jerseys, as was the pastor who delivered the eulogy.

“It is what he would have wanted,” his mother said back then. “Trevor was the truest of true Maple Leaf fans, and a true fighter as well.”

What other word but “fighter” could be used to describe a young man who was born with a major heart defect, had life-saving surgery at birth, then a heart transplant at the age of six, and a second heart transplant at the age of 16?

Trevor Lewis was admitted to Toronto General Hospital last November complaining of stomach discomfort — something that was not uncommon considering the amount of medication he took to fight off both infection and rejection. But it quickly went from bad to worse. His heart went into temporary arrest that first evening and then, in the early hours of the next day, a second attack took his life.

Back in 1995, there was a front-page picture of an 11-year-old Trevor Lewis throwing out the ceremonial first pitch at a Toronto Blue Jays baseball game honouring the memory of famed New York Yankee slugger Mickey Mantle, once the recipient of a liver transplant. “Over 25,000 organ donor cards were handed out that night,” said his mother, a home-based accountant. “If one of those cards saved a life, then Trevor’s was well-served.

“Not a day has gone by that we have not thanked the families who donated the two hearts that kept our son alive for son long, and gave us so much to be thankful for. Not a day,” she said. “Not a day.”

Trevor Lewis’ tombstone was not finished until late in the summer. And, as tombstones go, it stands alone.

“I wanted something as unique as my son,” said his mother.

It is, in essence, a shrine to her son and a shrine to the Leafs. It stands next to a small tree wrapped in blue-and-white plastic flowers. The tiny garden in front of the tombstone is chock-a-block with memorabilia of Trevor, and memorabilia of the Leafs he so dearly loved to follow. And it did not come cheaply.

“It will be three years before it is paid off,” Sandra Lewis said. “But it will be well worth it.”

After months of therapy following a serious leg injury, her husband, Terry, is finally back to work driving buses for the TTC, which helps to ease the financial pressure that comes when the death of a child puts the world on hold.

“That helps,” she said. “It also helps us to know that Trevor’s struggle and Trevor’s death convinced so many people to sign organ donor cards. Friends. Friends of friends. And then strangers,” she said. “There have been so many, in fact, that I’ve lost count. But think of the lives that will be saved.”

By Mark Bonokoski
The Toronto Sun, Friday November 19, 2004, Page 30

As the Air Canada Centre emptied, two sisters in wheelchairs—both quadriplegics—were waiting outside the Leafs’ dressing room, the oldest to meet her hockey hero. She wore a replica of his jersey on her back. Number 28. Tie Domi had promised he would be there. And he was.

“He was awesome,” said 20-year-old Shannon Deering. “He thanked us for coming. He signed our sweaters. He gave us autographed pictures. LINDROS CAME TOO.” And he brought Eric Lindros—the same Eric Lindros who had given the Leafs the lead late in the game, seconds before Tie Domi’s “weak clear” made it all for naught.
Autographed pucks all around.

Hockey is a game, hockey is a business. But it is not bigger than all the men who play it. In a recent profile of Tie Domi, Sun sports columnist Bill Lankof wrote that the Leaf’ fourth-line winger was the “most visible athlete in Toronto—both beloved and loathed—and the most misunderstood.” “He has been called a cement-head and a punk; then he shows up with $100,000 in gifts for kids to whom Christmas is only a rumour,” Lankhof wrote.

Unless you read Bill Lankhof’s profile, most Leaf fans would probably be like me—unaware, for example, that Tie Domi is a savvy businessman with financial holdings so diversified that the $1.25 million he makes on the ice is probably akin to the pocket change of the truckers and assembly-line workers who look upon him as more like one of them, as blue collar as blue collar can be. And this is good, because the Tie Domi I know—and it is only one particular side of him—is the Tie Domi who would show up to see two quadriplegic sisters outside his dressing room as promised, regardless of what happened on the ice, even if he was wearing goat horns.

When I heard that Shannon and Erica Deering—the Port Perry sisters crippled last summer in a horrific car crash, and the focus of my Thanksgiving Sunday column—were going to the Leafs opener, I contacted Sun sports writer Mike Zeisberger to see if he could come up with an assist. He phoned Domi, and Domi phoned me.

“It would be my pleasure to meet them,” Domi said in a voice mail. “You must be a nice guy for taking the time to set this up for those two girls.” Imagine that. Tie Domi thanking me for thinking about them. It was as if I was doing him the favour. I never thought for a second , however, that Tie Domi would let those girls down, win or lose, and regardless of the size of the goat horns the sports analysts were trying to hang on him.

Two years ago next month, 19-year-old Trevor Lewis—the beneficiary of two heart transplants—was buried in his cherished Tie Domi jersey, not just because he was the hardest of die-hard Toronto Maple Leaf fans, but because he, too, was a fighter like Tie Domi is a fighter. His fight, however, was one against incredible odds of a third heart in his body taking solid root. But it didn’t. Trevor Lewis’ death brought out the oft-unseen human side of the Toronto Maple Leaf franchise. Without an advanced word spoken, a pre-politics Ken Dryden, then the Maple Leaf vice-chairman, showed up in Scarborough for both the viewing and the funeral, taking Trevor Lewis’ two young brothers aside for some private words. “I don’t know exactly what he said to them,” said their mother, Sandra. “But whatever they were, they were very comforting words. They had a calming effect on those boys.”

Because the Leafs were playing in Edmonton that day, Tie Domi called the Lewis family’s home from his cellphone as the team bus was making its way to the arena. “He must have talked to me for five to 10 minutes,” said Sandra. “He had read your article about Trevor’s death, and said he was sorry he never got to meet the ‘little fighter’ who admired the Leafs so much—even when the team wasn’t playing the greatest.”

FLOWERS FROM TIE. When the Lewis family arrived at the funeral home that night, there were flowers from Tie Domi and his family and, in the huge lineup of mourners, was Domi’s brother Dash who, despite being elbow deep in the MFP computer scandal at Toronto’s City Hall, left his personal problems behind and wore his heart on his sleeve. “He came up to me, and he put his arms around me,” said Sandra Lewis. “And then he began to cry. He said he was there to represent the Domi family. He was very emotional and so very sincere.” So, in a real way, the Domi compassion is bred in the bone.

The morning after Tie Domi met the Deering sisters, a phone call was made to their home in Port Perry. The day before, Shannon Deering had said that meeting Domi would not only make her day, but make her year. What she didn’t know at the time, however, was that it was about to happen that very night.

“I don’t think she’ll sleep for days,” said her father, Tony. “She was totally overwhelmed—both girls were. You have no idea how much this has meant to them.”

By Mark Bonokoski
The Toronto Sun, Tuesday October 11, 2005

The pallbearers at his funeral last week all wore Maple Leaf hockey jerseys, and each will soon have T-man emblazoned on the back, along with the number 84, for the year in which their young friend was born.

The pastor at the Bendale Bible Chapel wore a Maple Leaf jersey, too, as did the majority of the mourners who packed the small church a week ago Tuesday where Trevor Lewis’ casket was draped in a Maple Leaf banner.

“At the cemetery, it was a sea of blue and white,” said his mother. “There were 45 cars in the procession. It was unbelievable, and so very, very touching.”

As was written here two Sundays ago, Trevor Lewis was buried in his cherished Tie Domi jersey not just because he was the hardest of die-hard Toronto Maple Leaf fans, but because he, too, was a fighter like Tie Domi is a fighter—not as a fighter knuckling his way to a team record in penalty minutes, but as a fighter for life against an odds-on death.

What other word but “fighter” could be used to describe Trevor Lewis, a young man who was born with a major heart defect, had life-saving surgery at birth, then a heart transplant at the age of six, and a second heart transplant only three years ago at the age of 16?

Sadly, however, the fight is now over. Trevor Lewis died of heart failure at Toronto General Hospital on Nov. 13.

Trevor Lewis’ death brought out the human side of the Toronto Maple Leaf franchise. Without an advanced word spoken, Maple Leaf vice-chairman Ken Dryden showed up for both the viewing and the funeral, taking Trevor Lewis’ two young brothers aside for some private words.

“I don’t know exactly what he said to them,” said their mother. “But whatever they were, they were very comforting words. They had a calming effect on those boys.”

Because the Leafs were playing in Edmonton that day, Tie Domi called the Lewis family’s home from his cellphone as the team bus was making its way to the arena.

“He must have talked to me for five to 10 minutes,” Sandra Lewis said. “He had read your article about Trevor’s death, and said he was sorry he never got to meet the ‘little fighter’ who admired the Leafs so much—even when the team wasn’t playing the greatest.”

In his emotional heart of hearts, Trevor Lewis was torn between two right wingers on the Leaf squad—the rough-and-tumble game of Tie Domi, and the soft-hands and deft touch style of Alexander Mogilny. He had jerseys for both players, but took No. 28 to his grave.

When the Lewis family arrived at the funeral home that night, there were flowers from Tie Domi and his family and, in the lineup of mourners, was Domi’s brother Dash who, despite being centre stage in the MFP computer imbroglio, left his problems behind and wore his heart on his sleeve.

“He came up to me, and he put his arms around me,” said Sandra Lewis. “And then he began to cry. He said he was there to represent the Domi family. He was very emotional and so very sincere.”

A friend of a friend came up with two tickets for the Leafs return home, and their game Tuesday night against the Vancouver Canucks. Sandra Lewis took her daughter, Samantha, and they sat high in the stands as the Leafs secured a 2-1 victory, and as Tie Domi’s first-period fight with Bryan Allen gave him his 2,000th penalty minute in a Leaf uniform, and therefore the team record for the amount of time spent in the sin bin.

“Trevor would have loved that fight,” his mother said.

In the end, Sandra Lewis couldn’t find the strength to stay until the end of the game.

“There were just too many Tie Domi jerseys in the crowd,” she said. “Everywhere I looked, there was someone wearing a Tie Domi jersey, and all I could think of was Trevor in his. The feeling of emptiness and loss became just too unbearable to stay to the end of the game. I just couldn’t hang in.”

Before she left the Air Canada Centre, however, Sandra Lewis went to one of the concession stands and bought a small Toronto Maple Leaf flag.

The very next morning, she made her way to her son’s grave at Pine Hill Cemetery—first to dust the freshly fallen snow from the flowers, and place the toppled flowers from Tie Domi and his family back atop the pile.

And then Sandra Lewis unfurled that Toronto Maple Leaf flag she had bought the night before, and planted it next to the temporary marker that will bear her son’s nickname until his tombstone arrives.

By Mark Bonokoski
The Toronto Sun, Friday November 28, 2003 Page 6

One night a man had a dream.

He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord.

Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.

For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one
belonging to him, and the other to the Lord.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints.

He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it.

“Lord, You said that once I decided to follow you, You’d walk with me all the way.

But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints.

I don’t understand why when I needed you most you would leave me.”

The Lord replied,

“My son, My precious child, I love you and I would never leave you.

During your times of trial and suffering,

when you see only one set of footprints,

it was then that I Carried You.”

The Children’s Wish Foundation of Canada is a federally chartered, non-profit organization dedicated to fulfilling a favorite wish for children afflicted with a high risk, life-threatening illness.

The Foundation has been responsible for bringing a special moment of joy into the lives of many children since its inception in 1984. Each wish is an individual adventure, carefully structured to meet the needs of that particular child.

Arranging a trip to some far away destination, providing a customized computer for the child with special needs, tracking down a favorite celebrity, or simply finding exactly the right puppy, all are given equal care and consideration.

Children are eligible from 3 years of age and over but under the age of 18 years before the time the request is received. They must be legal residents of Canada and have an illness, which is categorized as a high risk, life-threatening condition.

They wanted so much to have him live
To laugh and play … so much to give

But alas, it couldn’t be this time
’Tho he hadn’t even reached his prime

God had chosen this brave young man
As part of his unique life’s plan

To teach us all that we must be
Vibrant & happy everyday … you see

Because the life God gave us is a special one
Trevor knows that, he fought and won

He stayed much longer, because God knew
This courageous young man had so much to do

To make his parents & siblings proud
And, in spite of ill health, was part of a crowd

Of friends that loved him, they won’t forget
Trevor will be with them … they must not fret

So don’t say goodbye as you leave him today
Because he’s with us ………. in our hearts to stay.

It’s an honour to know of you Trevor

Maggie Woodburn 18/11/03

When his casket is wheeled down the aisle of Scarborough’s Bendale Bible Chapel, it will be draped with the blue-and-white Maple Leaf banner, and the pallbearers walking alongside will all be wearing Maple Leaf jerseys.

And if his parents’ wishes come true, every mourner in the chapel will forsake the formality of shirt and tie, or blouse and skirt, to wear Maple Leaf jerseys as well.

“It is what he would have wanted,” his mother, Sandy Lewis, said yesterday. “Trevor was the truest of true Maple Leaf fans, and a true fighter as well.”

She is far from being wrong. His small bedroom at the back of his parents’ Scarborough bungalow is, without question, a teenaged boy’s shrine to his favourite hockey club, complete with a Maple Leaf comforter and a Maple Leaf pillow, right down to a life-sized cardboard cutout of club captain Mats Sundin.

As for Trevor Lewis being a “fighter,” what more can be said about a young man who was born with a major heart defect, had lifesaving surgery at birth, then a heart transplant at the age of six, and a second heart transplant only three years ago at the age of 16?

“That’s why he will be buried in a Tie Domi Jersey,” said his father, Terry. “He was like Domi. He was a fighter.”

“You know, I was called a hero once, but I am no hero. My son is my hero, and always will be.”

Two years ago TTC bus driver Terry Lewis received a police citation for rescuing a neighhour who was being so savagely mauled by two pit bulls that he required more than 100 stitches to close the wounds to his head.

“But what I did is nothing compared to my son’s bravery throughout the years,” he said. “Absolutely nothing.”

Trevor Lewis was admitted to Toronto General Hospital last Wednesday, complaining of stomach discomfort—something that was not uncommon over the years considering the amount of medications he was forced to take daily to fight off both infection and rejection.

But it quickly went from bad to worse. His heart went into temporary arrest that evening and then, in the early hours of Thursday, a second attack took his life.

Back in 1995, there was a front-page picture of a then 11-year-old Trevor Lewis throwing out the ceremonial first pitch at a Toronto Blue Jays baseball game honouring the memory of famed New York Yankee slugger Mickey Mantle, once the recipient of a liver transplant.

“Over 25,000 organ donor cards were handed out that night,” said Trevor’s mother. “If one of those cards saved a life, then Trevor’s life was well served.”
Visit Canada’s National Organ and Tissue Information site for more information.

“Not a day has gone by that we have not thanked the families who donated the two hearts that kept our son alive for so long, and gave us so much to be thankful for.” “Not a day,” she said. “Not a day.”

Because of privacy laws, neither Terry or Sandy Lewis know the actual names of those families, only that the first donor was a six year-old boy from Hamilton, and the second was a 14-year-boy from somewhere on the East Coast.

“But we wrote them anonymously,” she said. “If there is a message in all this, it’s that organ donation is so vitally important. It gave us our Trevor.”

Trevor Lewis was born with transposition of the major blood vessels to his heart, meaning, in layman’s terms, that they were backwards and in need of being switched.

By the age of six, however, heart failure had begun to take hold, and in 1990 he underwent transplant surgery at London’s Children’s Hospital of Western Ontario.

Then, in November 2000, Trevor made history by becoming the London hospital’s first patient to have a transplant as a child, and then a second as a teenager.

In his emotional heart of hearts, Trevor Lewis was torn between two right wingers on the Leaf squad—the rough-and-tumble game of Tie Domi, and the soft-hands and deft-touch style of Alexander Mogilny.

Two weeks ago, when all seemed as fine as fine could be, and the Leafs seemed to be picking up their game, his sister, Samantha, took a picture of him in his new Alexander Mogilny sweater—and that is the picture shown here.

But it is the fighter’s sweater of a Tie Domi that Trevor Lewis will be wearing tomorrow evening when viewing begins at the Jerrett Funeral Home on Kennedy Rd., and what he will be wearing to his grave at Pine Hills Cemetery.

Because that, in the end, is what the young man was. He was a fighter.

By Mark Bonokoski
The Sunday Sun, November 16, 2003 Page 12

He missed so much school because he was sick, but he always wanted so badly to get back to school as soon as possible and see his friends. What a bright attitude for such a young person. My memories of him will always be positive ones… he has inspired me to always look at the positive side in life, and live each day to the fullest. Hard to believe that its almost been two years, it seems like just yesterday I saw his smiling face. He was too young to leave us, but a perfect Angel was needed up above, and Heaven recieved him.

Love you Always Trev
-Your cousin, Lindsey Lewis

Little we knew that morning,
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you,
but you did not go alone;
a part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.

You left us beautiful memories;
your love still our guide,
and although we cannot see you,
you’re always by our side.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing is the same,
but as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

Always loved and remembered.
Nana & Papa (T)

Trevor June 17/84 – November 13/03.

November 13th, 2004

Today is the day, exactly one-year ago, when god “our friend” decided to take Trevor home.

Why so soon, we’ll never know, our angel is gone, to the heavens above.

Samantha

June 17th, 2004

Happy 20th Birthday to our little angel

Everyday in some small way, memories of you come our way.

Not a day has gone by that we have not thought of you.

We still expect you to walk through the door and light up the room with one or your original comments that could bring a smile to everyone’s face.

We must as always thank the donor families for giving you the gift of life and receiving two heart transplants.

You fought so hard to live, and never complained, but alas a special angel was needed in heaven.

It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone, for part of all of us went with you, the day God called you home.

Your family and friends miss you so much.
Dad, Mom, Samantha, Tyler and Tanner

I have many great memories of my beloved grandson. At some point I will be able to share some of these with you.

Trevor was a true inspiration to hundreds of people, some he knew, most he did not, but he managed to touch their lives.

I look up & speak with Trevor daily.

Tomorrow is Trevor’s birthday ….Happy birthday in heaven Trevor.

all our love

Nana & Papa ( Bermuda)
God Bless

Isn’t it interesting how some people face the tough challenges of life? They stand tall and strong against all odds. They seem to have an unending supply of determination and courage that lifts them above their problems. They often display a calm peace and a gentleness that even allows them to care for those they meet each day. They smile and say, “I’m okay, how are you?” even though we know otherwise. Don’t you just love friends like that!

You thought of Trevor didn’t you! That’s how I remember him. Whenever we talked at One Way Inn, he was positive and always had a smile for everyone. If you really pressed him, he might give you the newest info about his health, but he never wanted that to be the focus of the conversation. He was a very brave young man, but he really was just one of the guys who didn’t want to be treated any differently.

The “Trevors” of this world have so much to teach us about love and life.

Thanks for the way you showed us how to stand strong with courage and determination and to also genuinely care for others. Do you really want to remember Trevor? He would invite all of us to put these same qualities into practice as we reach out and touch the heart of every person that comes into our lives each day!

When we love much, we grieve much. I guess that is why so many of us will always grieve so deeply as we remember Trevor every day!
Dean

Dearest Trevor,

Today on your 20th birthday we celebrate your life.

I will not deny that the tears are still coming and this is harder for some than others….this may appear as sadness although to all of us lucky enough to have memories (and even to those who didn’t get the chance to) you bring smiles to our faces.

You are the sparkle in heaven, the night sky, and our hearts. Every time we smile we are reminded of how much brighter our lives are because of you.

Never to be forgotten.

Love always,
Linda (a.k.a Nips)

You came to Drop-in and gave us the opportunity to get to know you.

We never heard you complain.

You never wanted to be treated differently, even though the mother part of me worried some nights when you played ball hockey.

In some ways you helped to shape what Drop-in has become.

You taught us about appreciating each day and the value of friendships.

You are loved by many and won’t be forgotten.
Cindy

What can I say about Trevor that hasn’t already been said?

I wish that I could have met Trevor sooner, but in the short time that I knew him he touched me and changed my life forever.

I never had a little brother but he teased me like I’m sure his little brothers did to him!

I constantly got hassled about my hair or the fact I was older than him. That never stopped us from having a good time together whether I was at his place watching a WWF pay-per-view or he was over at my house for dinner with Samantha, Tyler and Tanner trying to steal my Leafs slippers!

Trevor was a special person and touched many peoples lives, including me. Trevor is gone but never forgotten.

T-Man will live in my memories and my heart forever. I miss you Trevor!

Love Kirk

My very special baby brother, my Boy Boy through and though.

You gave our family so much strength; you kept us together

We have so many memories together, yet not enough

An inspiration to all: your laughter, your personality but most of all, your strength.

You will always be missed but never forgotten.

You are our special angel!

Love you Boy Boy!
Samantha

I am honoured to say that I had the opportunity to meet Trevor and spend time with him, he will hold a special place in my heart.

He was an inspiration to anyone who had the chance to know him, his will to live and to enjoy every moment to the fullest even when his health was not the best.

I am thankful to know he was a friend and I enjoyed his time he spent with me whether it would be darts, chatting on phone, bugging me, and even getting under my skin.

I think he enjoyed me as well because he enjoyed life and everyone around him.

I miss you Trev and watch over me because you are my special angel.

I remember when I always went over to Tyler’s house and Trevor, Tanner, Tyler and Me (ADAM.C) went swimming in their pool and then we would all play on the PS and PS2.

I just wish Trevor was still here so we could be doing the same things.

Adam.C

We’ll all miss you buddy—everyone at Sean’s, ur a good pal and you’re gone but never forgotten.

Your friendship will be for ever lasting.

We love you for ever.

later buddy.