Today would have been my Grandson’s 36th Birthday, but fate didn’t have it that way.
His name is Trent, and he was only 12 years of age. His Scout leader had taken him in his private plane to fly over the Boy Scout camp and drop some magazines and candy bars out of the plane. Something went wrong and the plane crashed, both the scout leader and Trent were killed. This happened July 17th 1985. Trent was an artist, he loved drawing and painting and always had a piece of paper and a pencil in his hands. Trent, we will love you to the ends of the earth and will never forget you.