Trent Brian Old

(1975 - 2002)

   Our Story

    What God Has written we cannot change, but it doesn't take away the tears, friendship or our love. When we met we  were like chewing gum stuck on each other always, Royce and you fishing everyday, riding motorcycles, hunting and always enjoying each other. I remember when we would go on outings and  laugh till we couldn't laugh anymore. The circle of friends we had always  getting together on weekends, living for Friday for the days we could all be together. Royce and you  were always on some excavation of some sort of building or working on cars. Trent you had the biggest heart and I remember when you had it together. Your New red Dodge and your orange El Camino, always studying in school I admired you. You were a good example for Chanel who was getting ready to finish High School . You loved your dog Sugar. You gave so openly and some how we began to see you lose your way. I don't know what was in your heart to make you think you were ever any less. What would make you look for love or attention to the point you would hurt. A hurt so strong that you felt that no one else could help, if  only we knew, IF ONLY. Remember when we spit crickets at the wedding. You looked so handsome with Chanel. When you began to get into things (trouble) we began to worry and for me  How can I say some part of me felt the blame I have a confession. After all the stunts you pulled. I  remember one evening you had called from Sixth street and you were asking me to come and pick you up. Instead I called the police to pick you up  because I was so frightened for you. I thought for sure you would be found dead  some where some day and at that moment I still hadn't spoken to your parents about the situation, only Royce. But I was afraid for you. When I did speak to your Mom it was out of love and concern. I think Royce and I felt guilty that we didn't do something that would be so drastic that it would change you forever . I  know that your mom fought the  fight of  her life to save you. I can remember when we met her, she loved you and was concerned for you  and enjoyed spending time with you. Remember when we all went to the track in  Sequin and Buda? Boy did we have fun. You agreed to go to a outreach  group for 90 days and it seemed to have been good for you. You came out with your Mom and Karl looking  good, you all had just came from church. Shortly after we heard you had gone to Brownwood we heard you were alright. Royce said that  you called to wish him a happy birthday on Jan 2. and he laughed telling you that you were early. IF ONLY we knew that  would be the last time we talked to you. Somehow we heard a rumor that  you were in trouble and  a month went by and I felt this urgency to reach you. Royce always  trying to get me to  get in touch with your parents. I finally found your name in the  internet and  looked up you dads and mom and decided to call Beth. Two days passed and  I received a post it note on my computer at work to call Karl. Something about that note. I called Royce and told him that Karl had called and that I wanted him to call it. I guess I was scared . Royce said why did it I call it I told him it was a local number and i would feel better if he did it. I waited for minutes seemed like 20 and no call from Royce. So I called Royce back and I heard a silence that told me the story not in details but I knew, I cried. I cried for you Trent because  you were special and only  you let a few see that. You  were something and could have been a lot more. I think I was mad at first  because how could you be so silly to think that this would help. They say that you came home from work that day  drank two beers and then went to your room  never to come out again. They found you on your knees with a needle ( a overdose of Heroin). How could this of happened, You were always so smart literally smart as could be. So now  me and Royce deal with this in the only way we know how. PRAYER  My wishes are for you to come back, we need to talk. Royce thinks he might have saved you had you been here and me too so I'm guessing this a  step we are feeling. I know Royce and I hurt for you and now your family. I feel a little bit better but I know the world is going to miss you and so are we. WHAT LESSON IS THIS? WHAT MAKES IT BETTER OR RIGHT I GUESS NOW THE BATTLE LIES WITHIN US. TRENT WE LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU. I'VE THOUGHT THAT MAYBE THIS WAS A MISTAKE AND THEY HAVE THE WRONG PERSON. BUT ITS BEEN JANUARY THE 9 AND OF ALL THINGS ON ROYCE'S BIRTHDAY. HOW CAN WE HAVE YOU BACK  BUT IN OUR MEMORIES . MY FRIEND SAID 'WHAT GOD HAS WRITTEN WE CANT NOT CHANGE AND I REPLIED BUT IT DOESN'T  MAKE THE TEARS  , OUR LOVE  AND FRIENDSHIP GO AWAY. I AM HAPPY TO TELL YOU HOW I FEEL. WITH OUR LOVE TRENT CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. 

LOVE ROYCE AND PAULA HUTSON