We held our coffee morning in memory of Trent and family of staff members who had received supports from the Hospice service.
Trent was my friend and neighbour. He was always generous with his time and would give his help without question. He was an excellent bricklayer and stonemason and through his building company he not only brought physical change to the shapes of people's houses, he enhanced their enjoyment of living in their homes. He always took great pride in his work and we would say, "Trent didn't give you the job you wanted, he gave you something much better than that."
Trent had a great sense of community. He coached and mentored young players in our local GAA club, St Pat's of Donabate . The passion that he brought to his work, he brought to this area of his life too. He would often use the expression, "Go hard, or go home!" What he meant was if you're going to give to something, give it the best you've got, take pride in what you do. Trent took great pride and pleasure in his coaching and wanted the children he coached to really try their best, to have a strong sense of loyalty to each other as a group, and to enjoy their time on the football field.
He was a member of Beaverstown GC and driving force behind a Thursday night competition. Again, Trent's passion and commitment was always evident and the evenings were more about the opportunity to meet and socialise than it was about winning a competition. Even when really ill Trent continued to play in the competition, up to a couple of weeks before he passed away. Friendship and getting to spend time together was the real prize . I'll really miss him accusing me of slow play and telling me and Seán to stop talking and take our shots, all said in good humour.
Above all else Trent was a great husband and father, with a deep love for Hazel, Sophia and Cian. The sense and depth of loss that I feel, and that felt by his other friends cannot compare to the loss felt by his family. I do know that as they journey through this time they will not want for support when it is needed, that the love we have for Trent and for them will continue to wrap around them.
These words, of course, can only capture a small piece of the person Trent was and the life he led. Friend, Son, Brother, Husband, Father.
Trent, thank you for your life, for all that you gave to me and others. Until we meet again, I will cherish the memories and take comfort from the privilege I had of calling you my friend.