Joseph Wert Trevorrow, beloved husband, father, grandfather, and friend, passed away on January 8, 2024. He was born on November 26, 1930, in Dormont. Joe led a remarkable life filled with love, laughter, and an unwavering dedication to his family and community.
Joe began his career as a Physical Education teacher in St. Augustine, Florida. His passion for education led him to the University of South Florida, where he earned a degree in Education. After graduating, he joined USBI in Cape Canaveral, Florida and later transferred to Huntsville, Alabama in the 1980s.
Beyond his professional accomplishments, Joe was a loving husband and father who cherished his family above all else. He adored spending time with them at parties and barbeques, where he would regale everyone with captivating stories while sipping on a glass of wine. Conversations with Joe were always engaging as he had an uncanny ability to connect with people from all walks of life. His childhood memories, college days anecdotes, and work experiences brought joy to those who had the privilege of hearing them. His incredible repertoire of jokes brightened countless gatherings.
Joe’s commitment to serving others extended beyond his immediate circle. Having been honorably discharged from the Navy in 1962, he held a deep appreciation for military service. Throughout his life until his last breath, Joe continued to support the armed forces wholeheartedly.
In addition to his dedication to education and service, Joe had a passion for fitness and physical well-being. Weightlifting, swimming, and going to the gym were activities that brought him immense joy throughout his life. He actively participated in various community organizations like the Beautiful Board and the Planning and Zoning Board. In Madison County, Joe generously volunteered for Friends of the Library events and was an invaluable asset during numerous fundraising efforts. For many years, he selflessly worked with Meals on Wheels, brightening the lives of those he served.
Joe is survived by his loving wife of 31 years, Shirly Wynn Trevorrow, their children Kim Gilbert (Rick), Nancy Burdette (Bill), Michael Trevorrow (Lucia), and Steve Trevorrow (Tracy). He also leaves behind twelve adoring grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren. Joe’s legacy of love, kindness, and laughter will continue to live on through his cherished family and friends.
We will always carry Joseph Wert Trevorrow’s memory in our hearts. His contagious laughter, genuine kindness, and zest for life have left an indelible mark on everyone fortunate enough to have known him. He will be deeply missed but forever remembered as a beacon of light within our community.
In lieu of flowers, the family kindly requests donations be made in Joe’s honor to charities supporting military veterans or those serving the community.
“To Remember Me”
By
Robert Noel Test
(1926-1994)
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying.
At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.
When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to a man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has pain.
Give my blood to the teen-ager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain.
Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all my prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God. If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
