TREVOR COELHO

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It is with profound shock and sorrow that we share the sad news of Trevor Francisco Coelho’s passing on October 22, 2025, at the age of 38. 

Trevor is survived by his Mother, Heather Campbell, his Wife Catharine Doyle, her parents Andy and Christy Doyle, his sister Sylvia Coelho, Brother-In-Law Jason Smith, niece’s AnnaLynne and Katelyn Smith, his chosen brother, Amos and Leah Sampson and niece Avalon, paternal grandfather Francisco Coelho, cousin Patricia and John Cameron, aunt Wenda Campbell and sons, Debra McCoy, cousin Charles Gutknecht and family, cousin Krystal and Marco Santos and family, aunt Linda and Al Mumtaz, cousin Shaun and family, cousin Soraya and family, aunt Joan and uncle Ricky Richard, cousin Kayla and family, uncle Wayne Campbell, aunt Karen and Darryl Scott and family, and uncle Richard and Leisa Campbell and cousin Skylar. Trevor will be fondly remembered and greatly missed by all who knew him. He was fiercely protective of his extensive group of immediate and appointed family and friends. His wife Catharine and mother Heather would like to share the following tribute in his honour.

As Trevor’s wife, I had the incredible fortune of knowing and loving Trevor for the past ten years. He was an incredibly kind and loving man with a most creative soul. For my first Santa Clause Parade with Trevor, we bundled up in so many layers, and he made me wear his oversized sweatpants over my jeans so I wouldn't be cold. In two giant thermos mugs he made us hot chocolate. We took the bus downtown and found a spot in the crowd to watch the show. He hugged me when I got cold and held my chilled fingers in his warm pockets. Afterwards we went into a coffee shop to warm up before catching the bus home. I was so happy and remember falling asleep in his arms as he told me stories about parades in the past.

He was a published author, and so proud of his books. He was a great friend, always there to listen or lend a hand and a loving family member and husband. His favorite card game was "Magic The Gathering" and he would spend weekends organizing cards, putting together decks, and playing with friends until late at night and early into the morning hours. He collected cards, not for their value, but because they were fun, or fit a theme he was passionate about. He especially loved Dragons, Slivers, and Artifacts. His favorite section in the Galaxy Comics was the 50 cent card bin where there was always something new in there for him to discover. Trevor loved all kinds of music. From 50s Blue's to Mongolian throat singing. I'd say his favorite songs came from the video game series Fallout. Composed of music from the 1940s and 1950 Jazz Age to modern original scores in the same genre. Trevor loved the themed music from Fallout and would often play the following: I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire - The Ink Spots, Atom Bomb Baby - The Five Stars, Way Back Home - Bob Crosby & The Bobcats, Dear Hearts and Gentle People - Bob Crosby & The Bobcats, Mighty Mighty Man - Roy Brown, and Crawl out Through the Fallout - Sheldon Allman. His favorite video games were Pokémon, Fallout, Monster Hunter and Warframe.

We would often gather at The Forks with a group of friends and wander around catching Pokémon on our phones, drinking tea and enjoying a bite to eat. He also loved the old Pokémon games as well, and he really could say he had caught them all! (I've seen his collection). He played "Monster Hunter" and "Fallout" with his friend Amos. His brother from a different mother, but no less loved by his entire family. The two of them trekking across different virtual landscapes, battling giant monsters with even more giant weapons, all while listening to incredible music. "Warframe" is an online game we all played together. A fast-paced sci-fi adventure. The game is constantly updating, adding new elements and improving how the game plays. But the story and visuals are truly spectacular and that is what drew Trevor in. More recently in the last few years Trevor got into Tabletop RPGs, like D&D. The characters and adventure fuelled his love of storytelling. He even ran a few campaigns himself, building the worlds our characters would be traveling through and filling them with unique magic to discover.

I'm going to miss everything about him. The way he laughed, his warm hugs, a delicious meal that he made with love. He was not afraid to be himself, to enjoy what he was passionate about. He cared deeply about friends and family and would let them know all the time. Trevor had many stories to share, and he always said: “Everyone has a story.”

As Trevor’s mother, my son was truly larger than life in form and every wonderful quality he exuded. Trevor embodied many virtues, was kind and considerate, with an immense sense of perception, curiosity and humour about life and the world around us. He was always himself in all ways, in everything he did. He was humble in every aspect of his life, proud of his accomplishments, and worked hard to the day he passed to be unassuming and unpretentious. He was compassionate, forgiving, and would literally “give the clothing off his back, open his door to anyone in need of shelter, or share his last bite of food”. From the time he was a child he would give of himself to help others and rarely ask for any support for himself. Trevor was loyal and dedicated to all who knew him. I know we will all miss his immense bear hugs, pats on the head, and reassurance that all will be good. He would find the funniest things to share by text and social media, and his personality pulled you in and embraced you in love and laughter. Trevor loved his sister Sylvia and although they argued and fussed as children do, they grew to love and respect each other as adults. They shared a life of hardship that children should not have to endure and supported each other through everything. They shared secrets, and goals, and helped each other wherever, however, whatever way they could. He was very protective of his sister and never more so than when he learned she had begun a relationship with her husband Jason. He welcomed and embraced the relationship as it grew, and often shared his humour, writing and creative side with Jason. Trevor loved his niece’s AnnaLynne and Katelyn and shared his enthusiasm for Lego and creativity with them. Every year he would enlist my help to go pick out new Lego sets and books for his nieces.

Trevor had many school and work friends who became like family to him. As a teenager he became fast friends with Amos, and like tale as old as time, they became like brothers in the truest sense of the word. We emotionally adopted Amos into our extended family, and he has often been present for special family gatherings, birthdays and holidays. Later, Amos brought his wife Leah and child Avalon into our lives, and forever they will remain family. As we all do, sometimes our friends are there for a time, a reason, and then they sometimes fade into the background of our lives, waiting to catch up, or be an ear to listen to our trials and tribulations when we finally make that put off call. This was never the case with Amos and Leah and their daughter Avalon. On the day Avalon was born Trevor wept as though she were his own child. He lovingly bought a lamb stuffed toy for Avalon and often referred to her as his niece. Trevor and Amos were and have always remained the truest of friends and loving siblings as any brother could be. Trevor would go on to buy a lamb for each new baby that came into his life for friends and family alike.

Trevor waited many years to find his one true person and love of life. That is not to say he did not have many female admirers who wanted to be more than friends, but very few were allowed to enter his heart. From the moment he first laid eyes on Catharine he was smitten beyond anything he had ever known before. It can only be described as a “meet-cute” wherein they locked eyes while taking the same bus ride day in and out, until finally he drew the courage to ask her out. My son’s life and happiness bloomed from that moment forward, and he was never happier than when he was in her presence. His writing, characters, and artistic talents flourished when she came into his life, and her likeness became inspiration for the images of his tales and creations. Trevor loved her in every way true love should be. They accepted each other for who they were, without assumptions, only devotion and unequivocal love in the truest sense.

Trevor was a published author of fantasy, lore and romance, and a talented artist. He began writing and drawing as a young teenager and never once doubted his ability to publish. He wrote every day of his life, capturing his dreams and imagination with great detail, depth of character and description. Anyone who read his stories were drawn into his inner worlds of wonder and realms filled with passion, thrills, mayhem and destruction, but from each story came hope, survival, heroine’s and heroes to root and cheer for. He drew his readers into the lives of his character’s, and we eagerly awaited the next book, the next chapter, the next sentence to where his mind would take us. His artistic talents grew from his dreams and imagination, and as characters unfolded upon the pages of his writing, so did the sketches bloom into extraordinary art. He boldly embraced many genres and characters often resembled his own image and those of the people he loved most dearly.

Trevor developed a keen sense of pallet for food at a very young age. He would come home after school and go to the kitchen, pull out recipe books and experiment with whatever was available in the fridge and cupboard. He learned to hone his culinary prowess by sharing his creations with others, experimenting with ethnic foods, and reading about other cultural delights. I have never known anyone who could turn so little into a feast. He loved to make soups and sauces, roasts and scalloped potatoes, and to reinvent the wheel so to speak. He would delight the pallet with leftovers reimagined into something new. A personal favourite was his leftover turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, lovingly tucked in a roasting pan, topped with mountains of cheese and baked to perfection.

Although he never got the chance to leave the continent he had dreams to travel abroad to the lands of his ancestors. He grew up with a love for camping and travelled across Canada and the USA visiting family as a child and a love for special campgrounds we frequented. Trevor understood what it meant to be a “true camper”, and embraced sleeping in a tent, on the ground, cooking on a camp stove, building the ultimate fire, fishing, and being at one with nature. He would reminisce about favourite campgrounds and shared these experiences with family and friends. He was an avid swimmer from the minute he first entered the water as a child. He would wear his goggles and swim to the bottom of every lake, stream, and pool to find special rocks and bring them home. He was very in tune with nature and wildlife, and animals instinctively knew he was safe to be around. He loved and cared for many favourite pets throughout his life, and I am sure Torro, Serene, and Eddie Spahgetti not to mention others were all there to greet him when he left our realm to enter his next chapter. Trevor had an incredible bond with Martha Stewart his pack rat, who followed him everywhere, and his beloved Bengal Cat Ben Ben, who later became the inspirational character for his very first published novel. You will have to read “The Motion of Fates and Unavoidable Fates” followed up by the end to the Fates Trilogy which we aim to have published in the coming year. If you Google Trevor’s name he is at the top of list for his literary prowess, many followers, social media, and websites, and he was ever so proud to have his books for sale at Chapter’s, Amazon and other specialty book shops and sites.

I am blessed to have known what it means to be a mother, and to have had a son like Trevor. Never did I ever envision my life without him, without his bear hugs, without a pat on my head, without his sense of humour, without his protection and love. Heartbroken beyond the words I have shared with you all.

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