Trevor Aaron "MACKDADDY" Mack - Online Memorial Website

I guess the closest memory for me would have been last summer at his sister, Carries wedding. Being stuck outside in the terrible heat with Trev and my kids trying to talk Mike and myself into running home to get our slip and slide! Then getting kicked out of the wedding!!! I think that might have been the first time he REALLY hugged me in the 11 years I was blessed to be his sister-in-law! Your brother really misses you, Trev. And you will always be in our hearts.

I’ve thought long and hard on how in the world I can pick out one Trevor memory to put down, there are just so many that all run together.  Everyday spent with Trevor was a new and interesting memory to say the least. 

I remember one year at Fiore Fest, my tent had gotten broken, while I was in it none the least.  Trevor being the guy who was always there to help a friend, first calmed me down because I was pissed off that my tent got broke, then offered to let me stay in his tent since he had no plans on going to sleep that night.  Well, when he took me over to his tent and I went in there was this big old daddy long leg in there just crawling around, I screamed for Trevor and he came inside asking what was wrong.  When I pointed out the spider I don’t think I have seen him run out so quick screaming like a girl saying with his grin that only he had “I’m not getting it out, it’s your tent for the night” So instead of sleeping in the tent that night I had to sleep on the air mattress on top of the tent outside with my friend Steph, which neither of us felt safe doing because the guys that were all staying up all night were writing all over all of the people who had passed out with black magic markers.  Trevor said he wouldn’t let anyone write on us if we passed out and he didn’t.  The next morning Trevor tried to help me fix my tent, but we couldn’t the pole had been broken in half. 

He was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to and that’s what I’m going to miss the most about him.  He could always make me smile and laugh if I was going through a rough time.  He also had the rare ability to make you so mad and then laugh until you wanted to cry all in the same sentence with his unforgettable, get out of jail free smile.  I’ve never known anyone who could stay mad at him for long, probably because no one ever would want to stay mad at him.  Trev, I hope you know how much you’ve touched my life and how much I truly miss you.  Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you and that will never change.  You were a great friend and are missed by all.  I’ll be missing you until I see you again. 

May you rest in peace.

And, those whose lives you've touched,

         May we have the strength and power to go on.

            Oh, where do I begin?  I guess if I had to pick one memory to share with the world, it would be a night back in March of 2003 when my brothers (by that I mean my biological brother Nate Roth and my other two “brothers”, Ryan Balts and Trevor Mack) came down to Eau Claire to hang out with me.  Of course, knowing these three, we ended up on Water Street at all the most popular college clubs.  The night started out as fun as any other; the guys were being themselves and I was along for the ride …. Well - ok, I was the designated driver, as I don’t drink.  As the night goes on, the guys are feeling better and better and inevitably, there was a bar brawl.  Now, believe it or not, this actually didn’t involve the guys!!!  We were near the door of Nasty Habit, and all the sudden I see Nate and Trevor headin’ out the door – of course, with a little push from one of the bouncers.  What happened was that some guy was smashed in the head with a beer bottle.  One of the bouncers was insistent that Nate hit this random dude with a bottle and cut his head wide open. 

            Normally, this would have been something I wouldn’t put past those three, but in this particular moment, Nate was holding a mixed drink in his hand - not only that, but it was in a plastic cup for the love of God!  The bouncer that was “helping” Nate and Trevor (mainly Nate) out would not let up or see that Nate couldn’t have hit this dude, not only because he had no reason to but also he was holding a plastic cup.  Another bouncer came over and tried to reason with the first bouncer, explaining that he (meaning Nate) was not the guy.  At this time, we were all outside of Nasty Habit, and the cops were approaching. 

     Here is where the story really gets good …. The first officer to come over was a guy I worked with, Officer Friendly, nonetheless.  He was the officer who was known by the elementary school kids in Eau Claire as Officer Friendly because he ran the DARE program in many of the schools.  At this point, I am trying not to get noticed.  The next thing I remember is seeing Officer Friendly pushing my brother up against the wall of Nasty Habit and my brother was getting more and more annoyed, pleading his case and trying to get the officer to listen to the bouncer that saw the real culprit. 

            Where is Trevor during all of this?  Not far away, not at all.  In the blink of an eye, Trevor comes running from out of nowhere and punches Officer Friendly in the back of the head….laughing that famous laugh of his….and remaining on a dead run.  He didn’t stop to say anything, didn’t smart off, didn’t say anything or do anything at all – just did a run by assault of Officer Friendly!  (At the time I was not laughing, let me tell you that.  But now that I am retelling the story, I am almost in tears from laughing so hard.)

            Of course our night didn’t end here.  After clearing things up at the bar, and them finally realizing Nate did not do anything, we headed back to my place.  The guys were out of cigarettes, so they asked to take my car to the Kwik Trip that was literally two blocks away.  I told them no way, so they decided to walk … it was winter and a nice, fresh snow was falling that literally made a glistening, white blanket over everything.  No cars had even come along the road at this point.  Well, they get back and we were all listening to Balts telling us how he and my brother were in ‘Nam (Vietnam) together and how Nate saved his life time and time again in ‘Nam.  (For those who don’t know, Ryan had recently enlisted in the military and had just found out he was getting deployed to Iraq, so we had to keep him from doing something he regretted all night long….he was a little drunk and was telling every chick, “Hi, my name is Ryan Balts and I am going to war.  I may never come back, can I have a kiss?”  He did get a lot of kisses, I will say that. 

            Anyways, before I knew it, I heard this loud “BANG, BANG, BANG” on the door.  Yup, you got it, the police.  Not only were the police at my door, but Nate’s arms had just been ripped to shreds by my cat who was not quite old enough to be de-clawed, but was a was the meanest lil cat there ever was.  So, Nate answers the door with his arms literally dripping with blood.  The cop asked to see his boots.  I was totally lost as to why cops would be at my door, asking to see boots.  Nate grabbed his boots and handed them to the cops.  The first cop said, “Nope, too big.”  The second cop asked if he was the only one here (meaning male) and Nate of course said yes.  Then the first cop sees Trevor’s boots and says, “Whose are those then?”  All Nate said was, “Trevor, it’s for you!”  I still had no idea what was going on, but Trevor went out and was talking out on my walkway with the cops. 

            Come to find out, Nate and Trevor found a little mischief when they went to Kwik Trip.  On the way back, Trevor grabbed a flag (not the American flag, but some other cloth flag that was not any nation’s flag or what not) off some house and tossed it a few feet later.  The cops must have been called, and they followed the boys’ fresh prints in the snow directly up to my door step!!!

            The night is not over yet, oh no.  Not only did they boys find mischief, Nate actually turned around and walked backwards to my doorstep, thinking that would deter the cops!!!  As it ends, the cops asked Trevor if he grabbed the flag and he was given a ticket for disorderly conduct.  The cops said, “You are going to get a ticket, you know that right?”  Trevor’s reply: “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

            That was who he was.  In one night, Trevor gave me more memories and laughs then I have had in a lifetime before.  He had the ability to make a bad situation something hilarious, he was always there to have a good time and last, but not least….a true friend.  He would do anything, for anyone and always knew how to have a good time.  I will miss him each and every day.  I will always remember that laugh as he ran by and decked my fellow coworker, Officer Friendly.  Honestly, I don’t think there is another soul on this Earth who would come close to filling his shoes.  I will miss you, Trevor!  We all miss you, and your other family hopes you know how much you were loved and how much joy you brought to our lives!  All our love …..

(I am sure Nate can add a few more details to this night, but so much happened in a few short hours that I cannot possibly retell the entire evening minute by minute.)

Love always,
Shanna

My favorite memory of Trevor, goes back to a July night a few years ago.  We were all out to Travis's parents (we, as in half the town of Chetek) and it was a very warm night. So a few of us girls were going to go down to the lake and go for a swim. Well, anyone knowing Trevor, knows that where there are girls, there would be Trevor.  So off we went. When we got down to the lake, the girls decided to swim in our tank-tops and short, Trevor decided to go in his boxer shorts, his white boxer shorts! Us girls stood on shore and laughed till it hurt and Trevor got just as big of a kick out of it, just to see us laugh. You always made me laugh Trevor!

I have 26 year's of awesome memories, where do I start. Trevor had an awesome wit, a rather strange laugh, a beautiful smile that helped him get in and out of alot of trouble!! He thought he had nice butt, because he showed it off alot!! He would moon our neighbor Doris every spring, and her son Andy wouldn't be outdone so he would moon me. He helped his sister Tristan practice volleyball in the front yard one spring, they would volley and spike the ball back and forth to each other and i looked out the windo there he was with his short's down with his butt cheek's hanging out!! I yelled "Trevor Aaron pull up your shorts everybody is looking at you when they drive by. He would say as he's turning his backside right toward's the road with his hands up in the air, with that shit eating grin on his face "Mother what ..what" ? Car's are slowing down people laughing.. Tristan is freaking out telling to do something.. as if I could. Not a care in the world. He made everyone laugh even at his own expense. I'll alway hear him saying "Mother Mother" I have everything under control then laugh that strange laugh. My life will never be the same. I MISS YOU BEAR!!!!

Trevor,

I've been thinking of you a lot. With all the commotion and changes going on. It's hard to believe that life moves on. At times I feel like it shouldn't...like it should just stop moving so everyone can take a moment and think of you. I guess it's like my world stands still sometimes. Jason and Melissa have their little girl now, I know you're looking down on her and I know you're taking care of Ava for them. I just miss you so much. It's been damn near a year and I just can't get over it. It's not supposed to be like this, you'll always be the life of the party in my book and I will forever have you in my heart.

Take care until we meet again my dear friend.

Happy Birthday! I wish you were here for us to go out and celebrate again like we did last year....pete's parking lot, group hug, strippin....you always had something up your sleeve. I miss that, I miss you.

Every time I drive through Forest Lake, I think about the time we got lost driving around trying to find somewhere to eat dinner. Or when I go by the park in Siren where we met up to go have dinner after a while.

 

I remember the time you came to my house but you didn't want to curl up with me because you didn't want to disrespectful towards me.

And I apalogize for all the times that you asked me when we were going to run off and get married, and I just laughed it off.

 

I promise that every time I cross the path of somewhere we went, I'll think of you, and I promise to always pass along to someone a memory I have of you.

 

Your life was cut WAY too short, especially for someone that was so happy and loving.

 

You will not be forgotten.

 

Love,
Mollie

hey Trevor

read u liked pink so this pink's for you

there's a gang of guys in CT who all drive pink rad wheels

you'd love it.

we fell out of conversation for a bit so I had the brilliant idea that maybe you had a myspace so I checked last

Saturday, 5 May and, well, now I'm here.

It's not the way it's supposed to go.

you were gonna bring that attitude and grin east to hang in Vermont but life had its way.

I guess your infectious personality and attitude caught the MAN's attention and he called you up.

thanks for the conversations.  You're missed. See you later on.

enjoy your Peace, Trev

DeDe, Myles,Tristan, Derek and girls,

There is no way to say "I know how you feel or what you go through everyday" but to speak of Trevor and to remember him the way YOU remember him will help heal the broken heart. He is gone but he will never leave. He will come to you in times that he's needed and sometimes by surprise just to let you know he's still around.

Always my love and thoughts are with you ALL.

We were blessed to have you in the family. I can still see you standing at the counter, your smile and your laugh. I think of you often, wishing we had seen more of you. Nate has two friends that we consider (our sons) you and Ryan and we are certainly glad we had you. Love and miss you.