I met Trev in first grade. I had moved around from school to school thru my entire k12 career And was always nervous to start at a new school. But new school, it was 1st grade, and I broken arm had all made me a little extra anxious about attending Roachdale for the first time. We all made our way into the class and set at our tables. As soon as we sat down Trevor asked me with all this excitement in his smile “hey, can I sign your cast” the cool thing about this moment wasn’t just that he would be the best man at my wedding 20 years later but the rest of the class had followed his lead.  All those negative emotions I felt vanished. Trev just had this way to bringing people together. He made the best out of every situation. Some of my best memories Trev is right there beside me. Like I said I’m moved school a lot and was not stranger to screwing up. But no matter how hectic or stressful life got Trev was always one call away. One call and I was chilling with my homie with out a care in the world. there were a few summers, probably even parts of the school years where I pretty much just lived with Trev. Thank you Sara and Gary for putting up with my shenanigans and feeding me. Trev played a huge role in my life, as lucky as I am to have had him share as much of his time with me as he did it still feels cut short. So until next time I love you man and thanks for being the best friend I could ask for.

In my mind Trevor will always be in a North Put Cougar uniform playing football with Josh and all his football buddies.  He always gave it his all.  It's heartbreaking that he is gone at such a young age.  Rest in peace...

I’d gladly get food poisoning an infinite amount of times for him. He wasn’t much of a birthday person, but he wanted to spend the weekend with me in Chicago for his 27th birthday. We walked over seven miles in one day. I got the biggest blister. I’d keep that blister on my right heel forever for him. Every second with him felt like we had our own forever, but it also felt too short. We had so many grand plans. We made a bucket list when we had just started dating. We didn’t technically check off anything from the bucket list. But we did fall in love.

He’d play songs and I’d be able to identify them without him telling me what they were or singing lyrics because he was just that talented. When he hugged me, I felt like everything was going to be okay. Anyone who knows me knows that I almost never think that anything’s going to be okay. Somehow, him being laidback while I was uptight didn’t get on my nerves. It made me feel like I could breathe. He cracked a code that nothing or no one else could. We liked to go for walks together. We walked on campus, in Broad Ripple, and in Fishers. He didn’t mind that I’d stop to take pictures of butterflies, flowers, and dogs. He actually seemed to like it. He was always up for trying new restaurants. He made everything exciting. Rivera Maya was a restaurant we frequented at. It was another option when my studying tanked the cooking plans. Even though we went there once a week, it was an adventure every time. It felt like we were on vacation, even if I had to return to studying afterwards. Every day with him was the best day ever. Going to the grocery store with him made me feel like I’d just won some massive award. Every minute with him was the biggest award. We liked to listen to music in his car. There was something about driving parallel to the canal that made us want to not only play, but sing Wagon Wheel, Darius Rucker version. We did end up slightly diversifying our repertoire. But only slightly. Believe it or not, he loved going shopping with me. He would actually encourage me to try on outfits because I think he knew that I was hesitant about spending our time that way. He took pictures of some top contenders. He was going to Kentucky for a weekend to celebrate with his friends. Since I wouldn’t be there, I joked that I wanted to be the prettiest girl in the bar. When we went to Kilroy’s, he said that he was with the prettiest girl in the bar. I ended up getting food poisoning from their mini corn dogs that I so desperately wanted. 

Loving Trevor is the easiest thing I’ve done in my life, and losing him is the hardest. We scheduled our first date for September 5th, 2020. I developed a headache that afternoon, but decided to take medicine, put on my high-low blue dress, and go. Rescheduling a first date would be too suspicious. Deciding to tough it out and walk to Chatham Tap on Sunset Avenue is among the best choices I’ve ever made. We stayed up talking until the wee hours. From that day on, we spent as much time together as we could. I would wait for him on my porch after my classes wrapped up, knowing that he was the best part of my day. We were always laughing. In a room full of people, we could glance at one another and read each other’s minds. Before I met Trevor, I felt alone in a room full of people. Trevor could always tell what I wanted, which was usually Steak & Shake. On many occasions, I planned on making us dinner, but got caught up in my studying. I would look at the clock on the oven, see that it was 10:30pm, and realize that we hadn’t eaten. Sometimes, I would still cook dinner, which I was happy to do. He thought that I was the best chef in the world. He seemed convinced that my pasta and meatballs, or whatever variation of pasta with red sauce I was making that evening, was prepared by a Michelin star chef. Other times, he could see that I was too tired to cook, but often felt guilty saying so. He would bring up going to Steak & Shake, absolving me of guilt. Sometimes, I would not stop studying on my own accord, and he would have to intervene for my well-being. When I took breaks, I would wander into the living room to sit by him as he played piano. He played piano and guitar, but piano was my favorite. I would tell him that he’s an amazing piano player, and he would deny it. I guess that was his version of me thinking it was quite the reach to consider me an excellent chef. But it isn’t a reach! He could learn a song from watching a video only a few times.

Trevor will be greatly missed by all those who knew him and whose life he touched. He was such a loving and caring person who brought out the best in others. I am so very grateful for the time myself and my family had with him and all the memories we will always treasure.
Sally Dallas

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Trevor Lynn Smith

9 junio, 1994 – 6 diciembre, 2021

Hopkins - Rector Funeral Home

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