tributes
Posted by Sandra on Jan 2, 2009
thinking of you
thinking of you
Posted by Sam on Jan 2, 2009
Thinking of you makes me smile. You are always in my memories of my time in East Africa. I know the reason we crossed paths now. Thank you.
Thinking of you makes me smile. You are always in my memories of my time in East Africa. I know the reason we crossed paths now. Thank you.
Posted by Siranne on Dec 28, 2008
Can't stop thinking about you Trent... I don't know how your family are getting through this... the weirdest thing I've been going through is that at times, since I heard of your death, I have felt your presence as if you were still with us. It's been so strong and I wonder is anyone else experiencing the same thing. The first time was when Brian first told me the news - I felt like you were walking around the house with me and if I closed my eyes I could see your face so clearly,about 2 feet above my head, where it would've been in reality. The second time was at your memorial service in Salthill and the 3rd was just the other day at a Christmas carol service - it was out of the blue, no apparent reason but it was such a strong feeling - I suppose it should've made me feel good but it didn't - just so, so sad. You left me with a few questions that I haven't answered yet and until I do, I suppose, I won't be able to enjoy your presence in peace. I hope that all those out there who are still in mourning are doing O.K. and know that you're not going through it alone. All the best for 2009.
Can't stop thinking about you Trent... I don't know how your family are getting through this... the weirdest thing I've been going through is that at times, since I heard of your death, I have felt your presence as if you were still with us. It's been so strong and I wonder is anyone else experiencing the same thing. The first time was when Brian first told me the news - I felt like you were walking around the house with me and if I closed my eyes I could see your face so clearly,about 2 feet above my head, where it would've been in reality. The second time was at your memorial service in Salthill and the 3rd was just the other day at a Christmas carol service - it was out of the blue, no apparent reason but it was such a strong feeling - I suppose it should've made me feel good but it didn't - just so, so sad. You left me with a few questions that I haven't answered yet and until I do, I suppose, I won't be able to enjoy your presence in peace. I hope that all those out there who are still in mourning are doing O.K. and know that you're not going through it alone. All the best for 2009.
Posted by Claudine on Dec 25, 2008
Christmas wishes to you Trent, walked the Prom today and took some photgraphs... thought of U... My thoughts are with your family this Christmas.. Love Always Claudine x
Christmas wishes to you Trent, walked the Prom today and took some photgraphs... thought of U... My thoughts are with your family this Christmas.. Love Always Claudine x
Posted by Olivia Museth on Nov 18, 2008
It has taken me far too long to post on this wall.. I just never seem to know what to say - but here goes.. To Trent - your life spread so much happiness, fun and friendship - your death far too much heartache and sorrow. But we, your friends, feel we are your trusty steeds who will carry your message on. Sunshine and Smiles Peoples! We promise to look after your family for you, forever. I'll remember you always - that big tall lanky lad always so easy to spot across a club floor in London! Great parties at West Hampstead.. weddings across the world... and a golden heart I always admired. Love always buddy - see you when we get there. Liv xo
It has taken me far too long to post on this wall.. I just never seem to know what to say - but here goes.. To Trent - your life spread so much happiness, fun and friendship - your death far too much heartache and sorrow. But we, your friends, feel we are your trusty steeds who will carry your message on. Sunshine and Smiles Peoples! We promise to look after your family for you, forever. I'll remember you always - that big tall lanky lad always so easy to spot across a club floor in London! Great parties at West Hampstead.. weddings across the world... and a golden heart I always admired. Love always buddy - see you when we get there. Liv xo
Posted by Lynda D. on Nov 15, 2008
just thinking of you trent xx
just thinking of you trent xx
Posted by Blanche Giraud on Nov 14, 2008
I met Trent years ago at a party. He was so smartly dressed and carrying his endless gear around around him. I told him he was an undercover cop and it stayed our private joke years on. Trent you were my rock and my emotionnal support when I neeeded it the most. You always said what you thought even when you know truth would hurt or feel me with joy. Thank you for your friendship and the shelves you built for my baby you never had time to meet. I think of you every time I look at them. Casper and Lola send you their love too. I miss you lots. A bientot, je te rendrai visite un jour dans ton pays. Blanche
I met Trent years ago at a party. He was so smartly dressed and carrying his endless gear around around him. I told him he was an undercover cop and it stayed our private joke years on. Trent you were my rock and my emotionnal support when I neeeded it the most. You always said what you thought even when you know truth would hurt or feel me with joy. Thank you for your friendship and the shelves you built for my baby you never had time to meet. I think of you every time I look at them. Casper and Lola send you their love too. I miss you lots. A bientot, je te rendrai visite un jour dans ton pays. Blanche
Posted by Aodh O Domhnaill on Nov 1, 2008
Comhbhrón o Fhoireann Earagail Eisc Teoranta, Tír Chonaill. Casadh Trent orainn anuraidh (tionscnamh Portáin) agus bhí am maith againn uilig. Aodh.
Comhbhrón o Fhoireann Earagail Eisc Teoranta, Tír Chonaill. Casadh Trent orainn anuraidh (tionscnamh Portáin) agus bhí am maith againn uilig. Aodh.
Posted by Liz on Oct 28, 2008
its the 28th
its the 28th
Posted by suzanne young on Oct 24, 2008
met him at a mayoral photocall for centre for indipendant living, he shouted hey u blondie lean forward, i nearly fell off my walking stick! he was warm and full of humour and took our disabilities in his stride as he tried to get us to shape up. He was so memorable and delightful, i am glad my last memory is full of laughter and consideration from this wonderful darling man xxx Thank you for the pleasure of meeting you Trent, never will i forget.
met him at a mayoral photocall for centre for indipendant living, he shouted hey u blondie lean forward, i nearly fell off my walking stick! he was warm and full of humour and took our disabilities in his stride as he tried to get us to shape up. He was so memorable and delightful, i am glad my last memory is full of laughter and consideration from this wonderful darling man xxx Thank you for the pleasure of meeting you Trent, never will i forget.
Posted by Robin & Sue Bell Pretoria South Africa on Oct 24, 2008
Our condolances to Trents family.We met him when he stayed with us Pretoria.South Africa. He was a lovely young man and I am sure his mom will miss him lots. Regards
Our condolances to Trents family.We met him when he stayed with us Pretoria.South Africa. He was a lovely young man and I am sure his mom will miss him lots. Regards
Posted by Luca Bonacini on Oct 23, 2008
What a amazing person. I could see it in his eyes, in his smile... Thank you Luca
What a amazing person. I could see it in his eyes, in his smile... Thank you Luca
Posted by Adrian Martyn on Oct 18, 2008
Trent and I only had one long conversation, though we knew each other to see around town. I first met him June 2004 in Fr. Griffin Road Park, here in Galway. He approached me and asked if he could take a few photos. I was happy to oblige, as I was dressed up in the garb of one of the Three Musketters, complete with feathered hat and sword. Always meant to get back to him for a few copies. Anway, he asked why I was so dressed - part of a weekend festival - and who I was, and I obliged. Likewise I asked about himself, so he told me his name, where he came from and what he did. He spoke about why he came to Ireland, how he liked it and places yet to go in the wide wide world. He was suprised, and I think gratified, when I told him that with a name like Keegan he was very probably a descendant of the Mac Aodghagan/Mac Egan learned family, who originated here in Galway but spread all over Ireland, being poets, historians, lawyers and musicians. This was a family history of which he knew nothing, and told me something of what he knew of his own recent family history, going back to his grandparents, I think, and his home back in New Zealand. It must be a strange, though not unpleasent, sensation, to come to a new home as a stranger yet find you are really just coming home. We parted, and besides two or three hellos on the street, that was it. I don't think I ever saw him again that year, and he had entirely gone from my mind when I learned of his death. There is more I could say, but suffice to say I'm glad we met and enjoyed each other's company. I wrote the following for Trent and another photographer I knew; Trent would have liked Harry, and visa versa. For his family and freinds, I can only repeat the commiseration common at Irish funerals: Ni maith lion dom do tribloid. Is mise le meas mor, Adrian Martyn Lace Virginia i.m. Harry Thuillier Jr., 1964-1997 & Trent Keegan, 1974-2008. Sensuous sepia woman glimpsed sky - clad mystery, sin. Frame by frame chance and game allusive slips suggestive, hints.
Trent and I only had one long conversation, though we knew each other to see around town. I first met him June 2004 in Fr. Griffin Road Park, here in Galway. He approached me and asked if he could take a few photos. I was happy to oblige, as I was dressed up in the garb of one of the Three Musketters, complete with feathered hat and sword. Always meant to get back to him for a few copies. Anway, he asked why I was so dressed - part of a weekend festival - and who I was, and I obliged. Likewise I asked about himself, so he told me his name, where he came from and what he did. He spoke about why he came to Ireland, how he liked it and places yet to go in the wide wide world. He was suprised, and I think gratified, when I told him that with a name like Keegan he was very probably a descendant of the Mac Aodghagan/Mac Egan learned family, who originated here in Galway but spread all over Ireland, being poets, historians, lawyers and musicians. This was a family history of which he knew nothing, and told me something of what he knew of his own recent family history, going back to his grandparents, I think, and his home back in New Zealand. It must be a strange, though not unpleasent, sensation, to come to a new home as a stranger yet find you are really just coming home. We parted, and besides two or three hellos on the street, that was it. I don't think I ever saw him again that year, and he had entirely gone from my mind when I learned of his death. There is more I could say, but suffice to say I'm glad we met and enjoyed each other's company. I wrote the following for Trent and another photographer I knew; Trent would have liked Harry, and visa versa. For his family and freinds, I can only repeat the commiseration common at Irish funerals: Ni maith lion dom do tribloid. Is mise le meas mor, Adrian Martyn Lace Virginia i.m. Harry Thuillier Jr., 1964-1997 & Trent Keegan, 1974-2008. Sensuous sepia woman glimpsed sky - clad mystery, sin. Frame by frame chance and game allusive slips suggestive, hints.
Posted by Sandra on Oct 14, 2008
Hey Trent
Hey Trent
I only met you once, and gave you a lift. We were covering the same story. You seemed so nice. Hope you are free now!I,m sure you are in a good place, where you belong. Deepest sympathies to all Trent's family and friends