Trevor’s memorial service is planned at Walker Ranch in Boulder County for May 18, from 2:00 to 4:00. Everyone who knew and cared about Trevor is invited. Meet at the Meyer’s Gulch picnic shelter, a twenty minute drive into the mountains going west on Baseline from Broadway. Baseline turns into Flagstaff Road. The Meyer’s Gulch entrance to Walker Ranch is several miles beyond the Flagstaff Amphitheater and is well marked on the right-hand side of the road. There is parking at Meyer’s Gulch, also at Walker Ranch Loop, which is about 1/3 of a mile down the road (nice hike) , and also along Flagstaff Road wherever there aren’t “no parking” signs. Carpooling is encouraged.
Please wear cowboy boots and bright colors if you have them, because Trevor would like that, and dress warmly, in layers. In case of terrible weather, including high winds or lightening, the service will be moved to Pam’s and Tom’s house at 9625 Avocet Lane, Lafayette, and we’ll put a notice on this page. PLEASE CHECK THIS PAGE THE MORNING OF MAY 18 IF THE WEATHER IS QUESTIONABLE.
This is an informal service where we hope people will share fun and fond memories of Trevor for us all to hear. Tears are expected, but laughter is required. Boulder County has been very gracious, but we cannot have amplified music.
There is no need to bring anything except your love for Trevor, as food and beverages are being graciously provided by Carrie Mitchell and our wonderful 19th Hole group of friends.
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean
She is an object of great beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she is only a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky meet and mingle with each other. Then someone at my side exclaims, “There, she’s gone!” Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. She is just as large in hull and mast and spar as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at that moment when someone at my side says “she’s gone,” there are other eyes watching for her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “There she comes!”
– Author unknown