TW

Alexandra said:

It is very sad

I just called his place of employment and they told me that several weeks ago Trevor James Powell passed away. I asked them to give the family the condolences from all CSN members who loved and respected him.

Rest in peace dear Texas Wedge.

Requiescat in Pacem...

So Sad.. But I guess we all knew this was coming.

alice124 said:

TW

First Tillie, don't be sorry you asked. I, for one, am very glad you did.  The emotional turmoil in not knowing has been brutal. My heart refused to give up while my brain told me a miracle was unlikely. But we all know what a playmaker TW is (was), and I, for one, refused to believe he was gone until proof was received. 

So Alexandra, thank you for the confirmaton. I, like Fox, searched for an obituary and found none (making me think a miracle was in play).  And Fox, I too find that odd.

TW, may you now be free of pain and at rest* (*or chasing golf balls in the heavens).  As I've told you on numerous occasions, you are forever in my heart. And the heart lives on. . .

 

 

 

Obituary... I searched for it too. But some very "on it type of gal" on this board was able to track down his workplace, so i am guessing she will be able to come up with his obituary.    But rest assured, there were not enough sentiments in it to satisfy this bunch!  I somehow feel TW was short changed in many ways!  If only things worked out better for him, but I know he went down fighting and better yet, he was still very upbeat and encouraging until the day he passed.  As tears STILL stream down my face, I also have a big smile!  Just think of how empty my life would have been if we had never met!  Love you Trevor.  I hope you like the pic I use in your honor and in remberance of you!  It is a nice shot! There are not many WISER than you!

angec said:

Obituary... I searched for it

Obituary... I searched for it too. But some very "on it type of gal" on this board was able to track down his workplace, so i am guessing she will be able to come up with his obituary.    But rest assured, there were not enough sentiments in it to satisfy this bunch!  I somehow feel TW was short changed in many ways!  If only things worked out better for him, but I know he went down fighting and better yet, he was still very upbeat and encouraging until the day he passed.  As tears STILL stream down my face, I also have a big smile!  Just think of how empty my life would have been if we had never met!  Love you Trevor.  I hope you like the pic I use in your honor and in remberance of you!  It is a nice shot! There are not many WISER than you!

 

Who knows, maybe Trevor didn't want one. I tried to contact Justine on Facebook and on linkedin without response. I was asked not to name his company on CSN for privacy reasons, but if someone wants to call them or to send a card, PM me. 

I'm posting a few older pictures from TW's expressions. Not the last "svelte" one. He was a great man who will be missed by many.

myboys2 said:

Missing

A rock for me that was always our biggest proponent.  The absence is deafening for me.

We may be missing a kidney, or other assorted bits and pieces; but I just wish his family had the opportunity to read everyone's comments. TW was generous in his assistance and you were generous in your praise.

Blessings.

Alexandra said:

There is no online obituary...trust me I looked

Who knows, maybe Trevor didn't want one. I tried to contact Justine on Facebook and on linkedin without response. I was asked not to name his company on CSN for privacy reasons, but if someone wants to call them or to send a card, PM me. 

I'm posting a few older pictures from TW's expressions. Not the last "svelte" one. He was a great man who will be missed by many.

 

Thanks Alex. I had never been to Trevor's expressions page. Now the tears come. So sad.

David

I came to CSN today looking to catch up on the latest of old friends and was saddened to see the news to Trevor's passing.  He was such a source of guidance and inspiration in our years in RCC and will be missed tremendously.  Rest peacefully my friend.  Your spirit lives long in the pages of SP, CSN and more.

vtvickil said:

A special place in our hearts

I came to CSN today looking to catch up on the latest of old friends and was saddened to see the news to Trevor's passing.  He was such a source of guidance and inspiration in our years in RCC and will be missed tremendously.  Rest peacefully my friend.  Your spirit lives long in the pages of SP, CSN and more.

Gone but never forgotten. This forum will never be quite the same. He was the glue that held it together. I was dreading this news and have shed many tears tonight. 

Galrim said:

RIP TW

I havent been around for a while, this was the first post I read after returning...

Goodbye TW. We will miss you in many ways.

Rest in peace.

/G

Thinking of TW with a heavy heart this morning and lifting his family in prayer, as they learn how to live without him, in a physical sense.  Spiritually, he will live on forever.   I will always remember the things he taught me and cherish the support he so lovingly offered, through his kind words of wisdom. 

It really never occured to me when joining this group, that, as with any family, we will lose loved ones.  Or that I would get emotionally attached to people I have never met.  With the passing of TW, came this realization.  He continues to teach me, even in his absence.

RIP, TW

This is a true and touching story of love and perseverance. Well worth the read.

At the prodding of my friends I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Honor and I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines, Iowa .

I have always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons - something I have done for over 30 years.

During those years I found that children have many levels of musical ability, and even though I have never had the pleasure of having a prodigy, I have taught some very talented students.

However, I have also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils - one such pupil being Robby..

Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano, so I took him as a student.

Well, Robby began his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary piano pieces that I require all my students
to learn. Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him.

At the end of each weekly lesson he
would always say 'My mom's going to hear me play someday'. But to me, it seemed hopeless, he just did not have any inborn ability.

I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled, but never dropped in.

Then one day Robby stopped coming for his
lessons. I thought about calling him, but assumed that because of his lack of ability he had decided to pursue something else. I was also glad that he had stopped coming - he was a bad advertisement for my teaching!

Several weeks later I mailed a flyer recital to the students' homes. To my surprise, Robby (who had received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and that because he had dropped out, he really did not qualify.

He told me that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to his piano lessons,
but that he had been practicing. 'Please Miss Honor, I've just got to play' he insisted. I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital - perhaps it was his insistence or maybe something inside of me saying that it would be all right.

The night of the recital came and the high school gymnasium was packed with parents, relatives and friends. I put Robby last in the program, just before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he might do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer'.

Well, the recital went off without a hitch, the students had been practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on the stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked as though he had run an egg beater through it. 'Why wasn't he dressed up like the other students?' I thought. 'Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this
special night?'

Robby pulled out the piano bench, and I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen to play Mozart's Concerto No. 21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo, from allegro to virtuoso; his suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent!

Never had I heard Mozart played so well by anyone his age.

After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo, and everyone was on their feet in wild applause! Overcome and in tears, I ran up onstage and put my arms around Robby in joy. 'I have never heard you play like that Robby, how did you do it?

Through the microphone Robby explained: 'Well, Miss Honor .... remember I told you that my mom was sick? Well, she actually had cancer and passed away this morning. And well ...... she was born deaf, so tonight was the first time she had ever heard me play, and I wanted to make it special.'

There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed in to foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy. I thought to myself then how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.

No, I have never had a prodigy, but that night I became a prodigy ....... of Robby. He was the teacher and I was the pupil, for he had taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself, and may be even taking a chance on someone and you didn't know why.

Robby was killed years later in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murray Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April, 1995.

So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice.

Do we act with compassion or do we pass up that opportunity and leave the world a bit colder in the process? (I know how T would have answered)

May God Bless you today, tomorrow and always.

If God didn't have a purpose for us, we
wouldn't be here!

Live simply.

Love generously.

Care deeply.

Speak kindly.