North Carolina Service Trevor Richard Dicks There were two services for Trevor, one that was held in NH and when he was flown to NC, the service there. We had trouble getting him to NC where he wanted to be buried with family when his time came, as his ex wife Robin, said he was going to be cremated.  Trevor didn't want that to happen, he wanted to be next to his big brother.     Trevor was buried along side his brother Jeff Dicks in Asheville, NC.  His grandparents are there as well as his aunt Brenda's two babies. The monument above is Jeff Dicks, and Trevor is buried just in front of it.     Gravesite service Trevor had a rough childhood after the age of eleven when his big brother was sentenced to die for a crime he did not commit.  But through it all, Trevor was always there for family, most of the time making jokes and trying to make others laugh.  He tried to be our protector if he felt one of us needed protecting, and he was the first to want to go fishing or have a picnic.       Through the years when we lived in Tennessee, Trevor, Maria and I went many places together, did things as a family and you always had to laugh when he was around.  Well, most of the time.  One thing about Trevor was his love for his family. He was always there when anyone needed him, he'd give you anything he had because that was the kind of man he grew into.  Even though Trevor had his problems, loyalty and love wasn't one of them.  To his family he loved completely and gave that love back in abundance.         When he was little, he'd always bring me flowers and one day he picked a whole armful of lilacs because he knew I loved them.  The next day when he was walking by, the owner of the house asked him what he did with the flowers he'd picked the day before, and he told the man it was his twin brother who picked them.  He had a sense of humor and often had us in stitches as he grew. But he found himself using drugs and alcohol and was full of anger at the system for what it had done to his brother, and as he grew older he decided to help others by telling his story.  He was able to get off most of the drugs but still drank a bit and when he talked to the kids at schools, at colleges they listened to him.  When Trev and I spoke at a college in NY, many of the kids there told us after,  that they'd try to do like he had, and they'd turn their lives around. They said just hearing it from someone who had been there made them realize what it could lead to.  Trevor had that kind of rapport with them and he saved many of them.  Because he had the courage to stand up and tell about his life, many teen lives have been saved.. Every time Trevor called me, he talked about his kids , and what they were doing. He was so proud of everything they did and wanted the world to know about it.    He wanted us to come and visit his new home so.  Maria and I went to visit and when it was time for us to go home, he tried to hide the car keys as he didn't want us to leave.  He always cried like a baby with us when we had to say goodbye and we'd all hug and cry and take an hour to get in the car to drive away. It was so hard living so far away from each other. Trevor wasn't an angel by any means, and at times I wanted to spank him, even when he was older, and yet you never could stay mad at him for long.  The big blue eyes and dimples when he smiled at you, and he'd make me believe anything. I used to call him Dennis the menace because he got into so much, and it never stopped even when he got older.  We'd sit around the house at night and I'd play the piano and we'd sing gospel songs.  Trevor's voice rang high above all of ours as he sang along with me.       With Trevor living in NH, he still kept up with us by telephone, and he and my three brothers, Roger, Mike and David would play war games on line, talking to each other with microphones.  Everything he did, he did with family. One thing about Trevor, was he was insecure and felt as if he wasn't as good as others, and in his twenties I remember the night he tried to commit suicide. When I brought him home from the ER, he laid on top of my bed and I held him while he cried like a baby.  We talked for hours that night with me holding him and he promised he'd never do that again.  I'd told him that I'd lost one son and couldn't bear to lose another. I don't think he ever felt really good about himself, although the rest of us realized what he'd gone through, and how he always came up smiling and bounding back.         I remember when his big brother was in jail, and he was only eleven years old, he came to me one day with his piggy bank and asked if that would pay for a lawyer for him.  He'd give his all to any one of us.  Trevor loved his big brother and his sisters and would do just about everything for them…even when he was fighting with one of them, which most of the time was Laurie. When he was older and spoke to the kids at schools, he'd tell them, of his feelings.        He said,  "I didn't understand what was happening inside of me at that time. I was being shunned by society and rapidly filling up with anger toward any and all authority. Everything I had been brought up to believe I found myself doubting. My mother tried desperately to hold my family together and save my brother's life. I had a talk with God and told him I wouldn't be talking or praying to him anymore. I felt as if he was punishing all of us for something that escaped me. But when I got older and could figure out just what it was we had done to be punished like this, I would speak to him again...       When he wasn't mad at me anymore.. I said goodbye to my God that I loved so very much and the pain in my heart was unbearable. Now the only person in my life I could count on, was my mom. For a long time I hated God but soon I realized that God did not hate me.  That it was me that shut him out of my life for so many years, and he had been waiting a long time for me to come home.  Today I can truly enjoy watching my son, Riley Christian's, first steps and hearing those precious words, "I love you, Daddy." God has opened up these doors and many more that I thought had been locked forever."      So through all the pain and heartache that Trevor went through over his life, he built a life with his family, and when he found himself disabled, he became Mr. Mom.  While Robin went to work each day, Trevor loved taking care of his kids, cooking the meals and being home. He loved spending each day with the kids, and as they grew older, sending them off to school.  He took part of their lives and loved every minute of it.  I used to kid him when we'd talk on the phone and the kids would be getting into things, screaming and yelling because he was on the phone and not paying attention, and I said it served him right for the things he did when he was little.  He would brag about his daughter Jazmarie and tell me she was going to be the most beautiful girl in the world when she grew up. He was so proud when he found his first daughter Alisha, whom he hadn't seen since she was a baby.  We talked on the phone for four hours as he told me all about her and how he'd talked to her on the phone and was going to see her, and what he was going to get her for Christmas.  He'd always thought of her and felt cheated that he'd been cut out of her life.  But now he was happy to get to know her and for her to know him.  He had plenty of love to go around. I 'm proud of Trevor for what he accomplished in his short life, by the love he showed others, by being willing to do anything for anyone who asked, and because he spoke up baring his soul to help teens by telling them of his drug and alcohol problems.  It takes a big man to be able to do that, and Trevor was that. His heart was as big as his big brothers and I feel they are in heaven together today. I pray Trevor will be able to be proud of me as I try to go on until we meet on the other side. I believe we will all be reunited one day, and yet it's hard to know that I had two sons taken from me.  We all loved Trevor and it will be hard to not have his smiling face around. A few comments from others.        Trevor's stepfather who raised him from the age of eleven on, had this to say about Trevor.  "Whenever Trevor had a friend or many friends to our house he always introduced me as his step dad, he was never ashamed to say who I was. Every once in awhile we would go play pool and have a beer or two. I remember an old car he bought for I think it was about 40.00 but I didn't say anything even though it had no reverse in it, but he seemed so proud of it because he got all by himself and paid for it with money from one of his first paychecks. Every time he came to visit us from up north we would hug and were glad to see him and then sorry he had to go back up north again. I remember when I talked to him on the phone from N.H. about the land they bought, and was getting the house put up. He was really excited about it. To accomplish so much and wanting to do more and then his life is cut short, I guess I will never truly understand why this is."       His Aunt Brenda will always cherish the time they sang Karaoke together on nana's front porch. He was truly a blessing to our family. He will never be forgotten! Robin's mother and step dad told me how Trevor built their porch, and also helped Robin's grandmother.  They said he was always willing to lend a hand.  They said how proud he'd been of his home and the pond and lighthouse he'd built outside. They'd brought some lobsters up and put inside the pool until they cooked them. They said they were real proud of the things Trevor accomplished.  Trevor loved family outings, picnics and would cook up enough to feed an army.

Marie & Trevor