A favorite phrase by Trevor on how he chose to live his life was "This is not a dress rehearsal!"
I first met Trevor in March of 1990. He had recently come to UCDavis, and I was walking across the quad towards Mark Hall. He stopped me, and we struck up a friendship that lasted 30 years. Since then, we remained in contact, if not in person definitely by phone. For years, he was my neighbor, so we would drop by one another’s home at any time, My fondest memories were of the phone calls from Trevor at the beginning of a month greeting me, “Happy ‘June’, Marsh” -using my last name as a pet name which I have learned was how he greeted many of his friends! He also would call on birthdays, special holidays or, frequently for “a voice check”.
My mother became a special friend. She was very fond of him. They shared many cultural values due to their upbringing in the West Indies - she was from Jamaica. Trevor called her “Brooks” - yes, her last name! When she collapsed one morning at my home, Trevor came immediately when I called. He and my mother’s best friend Micheline were with me when she died at Sutter Davis Hospital. She, too, was 89 upon her death 21 years ago. Both lived full and long lives.
My only regret is that I didn’t get him to go with me to Jamaica, nor did I get to go to Carnival with him!
Goodbye, Friend.
