Troy sat by his sisters side for the 32 hours labour anxiously awaiting the arrival of his nephew Jaiden, Troy was so excited about becoming an Uncle for the first time. When his Niece Chloe was born there wasnt time to contact him, but for some reason Troy showed up at the hospital moments after her arrival and insisted on holding her. Troy loved them both so very much and would constantly be at his sisters place just to play with them. It breaks my heart knowing Troy never got to meet Aithan, but in many ways Aithan reminds me so much of Troy with some of the things he does..
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Troys little Niece Chloe often draws him a picture and gets me to take to him when I visit. I dont think my beautiful granddaughter will ever realise how much it means to me knowing she thinks of him and talks about him openly....It truly touches my heart.
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This memorial website was created to honor the memory our dearly loved son and brother
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Troy Anthony Mitchell
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Sun Rise in Swan Hill, Victoria on February 13, 1981
Sun Set in Adelaide, South Australia on March 17, 2008.
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Aged 27 years, 1 month and 4 days.
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Cherished son of Edwina and Terry.
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Much Loved brother and brother-in-law of Katherine and Peter,
Taryn and Jeff, Benjamin, and Kimberley.
Adored Uncle of Jaiden, Chloe and little Aithan Troy.
Uncle to Oscar and baby Flynn.
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Loved grandson of Alice and Don Grant, Frank and Heather Mitchell.
Remembered also with much love by his many Aunt's, Uncle's, Cousin's and Friends.
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Troy never got to meet his sister, but somehow I think he found her for us.
We will ensure that Taryn and her family know you through our memories.
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Now in heaven with his Nan Heather, Uncle Brian, cousin Shaun, Uncle Christopher, Uncle Kenneth and cousin Jeremy.
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Your name is so precious, It will never grow old, it is etched in our
hearts, in letters of gold.
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Remember Me
To the living...I am gone,
To the sorrowful...I will never return,
To the angry...I was cheated.
But to the happy...I am at peace,
And to the faithful...I have never left.
I cannot speak...But I can listen,
I cannot be seen...But I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore,
Gazing at a beautiful sea...Remember me.
As you look upon a flower,
And admire its simplicity...Remember me.
Remember me in your heart,
Your thoughts...and your memories.
Of the times we loved...The times we cried,
The times we fought...And the times we laughed.
For if you will always think of me,
I will never be gone.
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You can tell by the impression on their face's that Troy and his Dad Terry weren't to impressed in having this picture taken. It was extreamly hot in Adelaide and they had just spent the day in the heat replacing the roof on our pergola in time for the weekend. They did a fabulous job!
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Troy and his Nan had quite a unique relationship, they weren't just grandmother and grandson but they were friends. Troy absolutely adored her and always looked out for her. He would often take the long train trip just to visit her for a coffee. As a toddler he developed a weird fetish of biting the spray lids from only his Nan's perfume bottle's and hiding them on her, I know it drove her mad at the time but she didnt say anything, although I think after a while she started hiding her perfume especially when she saw Troy coming.
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