As Trevor and his family's first next door neighbors on their arrival in Barrie, we will never forget his unsuccessful efforts to destroy the bumper crop of dandelions in his yard by crawling around on his hands and knees, armed with a bic lighter attempting to incinerate the hundreds of evil weeds.  When not fighting weeds, we remember Trevor attempting to master the art of riding his motorcycle.  Not much more successful than his battle with the weeds.We will never forget you Trevor. Sleep well!

The Hunka family

I've known Trevor for around 15 years and have some very special memories of our times together. I remember Trevors first stay at our house when our children were small, they were all awestruck with Trevor and he had a magical ability to engage with children that I so admired and truly envied, my son was wrapped around Trevors little finger in seconds... Once Trevor had their attention he took them to the piano and rattled off a few tunes. They all loved big smiley Trevor.
Trevor and I kept in touch via WhatsApp and occasionally met up somewhere in the world, recently we'd been in Hong Kong together and more recently still we spent a few days wandering around some bars in Thailand where Trevor worked his magic on all the locals and had them eating out of his hand. 
Trevor was an all or nothing guy, it was either full on garbage diet of pop tarts and candy or the strictest diet of lettuce and tomato we competed in the diet stakes and kept records of our relative girths.
He was one of the good guys, a lovely human being who was so very proud of his kids who I never met, but he always shared stories about them and their successes with me when we spoke. 
RIP Trevor everyone who knew you will miss you 

You are loved Yvette and for many incredible reasons,

Jasmin graduated from Bartram Trail High School in 2014, Jacksonville Florida with honors.
She was a member of the choir.

A moving testimonial

I love the way she 'paints' him with colors in a warm and affectionate way - a must listen

A pic not a video. His manager, wife and kids speak about this aspect of his life, but I didn't really know this.
But what a cool and creative way to relax or to foster a love for music in the home.
Sing. Sing. Sing.

I remember going to church with Trevor when we were small but lost touch through the years.  There were many discussions at the Miller's house on a Sabbath afternoon.  We connected again through the Scarborough Youth Chat and it was as if we never lost touch so we would talk for hours. 

It so happens that my daughter is also named Jasmine so we were always talking about his Jasmine and my Jasmine.  

We also talked about him coaching the girls basketball team, being a swimming coach, his numerous businesses, especially businesses to help Africans to have reasonable healthcare and communication and of course, when he lived in Thailand. Trevor was a fountain of knowledge and you could count on him to always share it with you.

I remember when he got sick in Jamaica and returned to Canada so I made a point of checking up on him almost daily. Even if he wasn't feeling well, he always seemed to make time for others. I will definitely miss our long talks.

Rest in peace, my friend.

Growing up as a teenager with my dad was a super unique experience. I imagine that most people probably didn't hang out with their dad as much as my friends and I did, but I imagine most people didn't have a dad like I had either.

He would take my friends and I most Saturday nights to the roller skating rink out in Mississauga - about an hour and a half drive, mind you, and on top of that we would often go a half hour or so out of the way just to pick everyone up because he knew how much it meant for us. 

And for most of us, it was the highlight of the week. We would pile in the car and look up songs on YouTube to sing along the way, and my dad would be right there with us laughing and belting it out to whatever was the chosen song. Then it was hours spent on the skating rink, dancing around to the music under the bright multicolored lights, just having the best time being in each other's company. Finally we'd drive back home, sweaty and hungry and happy, stopping at Timmie's for a midnight (or sometimes 2AM) snack to keep us awake for the ride.

Usually I would fall asleep, but sometimes I could stay awake long enough to feel the sense of peace with him after another wonderful time. I am so glad I have these memories to look back on now. I think I speak for everyone in our crew when I say I will never forget these Saturday nights.

The pessimist complains about the wind, the optimist expects it to change, the realist adjust the sails and some politically motivated people keep telling us the wind is changing direction.


A post / quote he shared several years ago.

Trevor had many more contacts and businesses ( and ideas) running overseas than even here in the West and he managed many people and their families for decades, even to the end..

Great tomes could be written about this (losing) team and their beloved 'second' coach. Losing was just on the scoreboard. In his eyes in stories he shared on the bus, practicing with them and in actual games - they were all winners:)

He supported them in sport, academically, financially and emotionally. They were a huge part of his day and purpose those four months in Jamaica.

I know because I was his confidante.
Cheers ladies, keep striving and keeping his legacy STRONG.

Wonderful commentary and notice where it stops : )

I don't know where or when Trevor picked up a love for swimming, but he taught his children and then countless strangers in swimming pools and open bodies of water. He was as comfortable in water as in land.
He spent several years in Asia, where he always had several at a time even waiting for him in the water.
P.S.
That's how he developed his HUGE upper torso in the last ten years.

I think they loved taking pics with their 'coach" he took inordinate amount of time in their lives , even off the court.
I know. He shared his 'girls' with me.

I forwarded some of the very first emails I'd ever sent to my Dad the other day. I've shared one of them below. It was a correspondence between him and I from sixteen years ago, or in other words a portal to the past. We laughed at the content, glad to share this memory that could have so easily been lost to time.

What may have been trivial conversation is now so precious to me, as it connects me back to him. I will miss reminiscing about the past and the memories we did not get to make together in the future. Dad mentions in the email that he will always treasure these messages - likewise, I will treasure them all my life.

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Subject: Daddy,Daddy,Daddy,Daddy,and DaddyWow, this is a nice email Jasmin. I will always treasure it.

I don't understand how your team has been winning at soccer when u
have not been playing indoor soccer. ha ha

You dont need to prepare me a present, Jasmin, just seeing you will
surely be enough.

I am in Hong Kong, right now, until Monday... then will be back in
England soon afterwards.

I love you honey...

xoxoxo   XOXOXOX


Please let e1 else know that i really miss them too. Thank you

Love Dad
Trevor

You might not think of Trevor as the evangelist in the traditional sense, but I will tell you that about a year ago he started sending songs that I want to feel touched him and they were all gospel.
 "Jehovah is your Name"  might have been a song he took comfort in while he was fighting his battle with health for over a year.
It is 7 mins of praise , enjoy whatever dose fills your soul, it was a mutual favorite.

What did Trevor like to do almost as learning?
TEACHING : )
This is his last recorded video of a simple ( or maybe not so? ) concept , probably for his high school students or college bound kids in Africa or Asia? 
Or maybe we call all sit in and listen to a mastermind breakdown a language in simple terms.
Leave a comment or two.

Gabrielle Gladstone

Your favorite niece ( psst, his only one actually), but how he loved this child that he rarely saw. He had such admiration for her. May she continue on your business acumen (she already started with SageScents candles) , generosity and kindness to the peoples of the world.

This is so sweet and special, please listen to the end, the captions and ideas are all his unique brand. 
Feel free to skip to 11sec to bypass my brother's foolishness : )
Stop. Go get some tissue - don't say I didn't tell you..

Really Trevor, ha ha : )
I am also riding elephants vicariously through you bro'
Skip to 3:22 to see his favorite shoe attire ( in the East and West )

Trevor takes to the sky, it isn't a long clip, but it highlights his ever present sense of humor and bravado.

Many of you might have seen Trevor's famous tiger shot taken in Thailand, well here's the footage to accompany the feline bragging rights.