A Tribute

Last year, on September 14th heaven received another precious angel.

Trenton Lane Ervien

Trent was not only a friend, he was part of our family. He was the definition of a brother from another mother to us. I can't think of one Lake Powell trip with the family without him being there except for last summer. Last summer we begged him to come with us but as far as I can remember I think he couldn't get the time off of work to come. He told us, 'next year'. I will never forget the amazing person that he was. He was the biggest daredevil I had ever met and he will forever be remembered for always being as happy as can be. He loved bull riding, long boarding, snow boarding, mud bogging, 4-wheeling, jet skis, wake boarding and BMX racing. I had never seen someone love his nieces and nephews so much.

I will never forget the night that I found out of his passing. I was watching the Lorax with my twin sisters. My mom, dad and little brother, Jake, were out of town at Jake's tennis tournament. My phone was in my bedroom and once the movie was finished I did the routine to go to bed. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and got into my pajamas. I checked my phone to see if I had any texts...none. I did have a missed  call from my Aunt Donna though. I didn't think anything of it and decided to call her back even though it was 10 o'clock at night. She answered sobbing telling me the news. Trenton? Ervien? No. I went into shock then later came denial. She told me that he was on his way to my cousin Serena's house when he went head on with a vehicle on his motorcycle. My cousin Serena tried calling him tons of times because she was expecting him but no answer. Finally a police officer answered and simply told her that he was in custody. They wouldn't tell her what had happened. I broke down into tears and called my mom. She knew. I tried calling Serena then Johnny, my cousin, Serena's brother and Trenton's best friend. No answer. I spent the rest of my night crying until I fell asleep.

September 22 was the day of his funeral, a Saturday. I saw one of his sisters and gave her a hug holding back my tears. I made my way to the chapel bypassing the open casket. I couldn't bare the thought. I found my seat with my cousins and tried to hold myself together. The ceremony was beautiful as was the burial. I will always love and miss that kid.

How amazing is it to know that there is a life after death? I am so grateful for the knowledge that I have of the Plan of Salvation. I'm grateful to know that I will be able to see him again. I know that he is in a better place probably doing his crazy stunts. If you want to know more about the Plan of Salvation you can click here.