Trent Allen Greenville NC Obituary, Death: It is with broken hearts and immeasurable sorrow that we say goodbye to Trent Allen—a bright light gone far too soon. A graduate of D.H. Conley High School in Greenville, NC, and a cherished resident of Palm Harbor, Florida, Trent was so much more than a name in an obituary. He was a son, a cousin, a friend, and a soul whose energy filled every space he entered.
Trent’s journey through life was one filled with spirit, humor, and an unmistakable spark. From his earliest days growing up in North Carolina to his life in Florida, Trent left an unforgettable mark on everyone he met. He was one of those rare people who had the ability to make others feel at ease—whether through a quick-witted joke, a heartfelt conversation, or simply his presence. He was kind, funny, full of life, and never too proud to ask for help or offer it in return.
As many who knew Trent can attest, he lived life with both feet on the gas—sometimes literally, whether it was with his beloved motorcycles or the many cars that became part of his story. Samantha Smith Ball captured the spirit of that connection in her touching words:
“Oh my sweet boy, you came into my life so long ago and I have loved you ever since! From taking you to Sonic to get slushies as a little dude to doing your insurance once you got your license and every car… and motorcycle in between. I would give anything for another famous Trent Allen text… ‘Sam! I need help!’ Lol I never knew if it was you needed a tow or you got a ticket, Oh my goodness I will miss you. This world is a lot dimmer without your sweet face! Prayers for my cousin, Lisa Lewis during this unimaginable time. I love you so good and cannot wait to get my arms around you!”
Those words carry the warmth, humor, and deep love that surrounded Trent throughout his life. He wasn’t just a relative or a friend; he was family in every sense of the word. Whether you knew him from school, from his time in Florida, or through shared family ties, you were part of his orbit—and he made sure you knew it. He had a way of pulling people in, of making you feel like you mattered. And you did. To Trent, relationships were everything.
He had a special way of reaching out—those famous “Sam! I need help!” texts say it all. Trent had his fair share of ups and downs, as we all do, but what stood out was his resilience and his honesty. He didn’t hide from life’s challenges—he met them head-on, sometimes with laughter, sometimes with a little chaos, but always with heart.
Trent’s love for his family was fierce. His bond with his mother, Lisa Lewis, was deep and enduring. The love between a mother and son is unlike any other, and in this time of unimaginable loss, our hearts are especially with her. Lisa, your strength and love helped shape Trent into the man he became, and we pray you feel the embrace of every person who grieves alongside you now.
There’s something unique about losing someone so young—someone whose story feels unfinished, whose laugh still echoes in your ears, whose number is still saved in your phone, and whose presence you expect to walk through the door at any moment. It hurts in a way that’s hard to describe. But even in this pain, there is beauty in the way Trent lived. He lived authentically. He loved fully. He wasn’t afraid to be himself, and he never asked anyone else to be anything other than who they were. That’s a rare gift.
To those who knew Trent through school, especially fellow D.H. Conley graduates, this is a painful reminder of how fragile life is. Yet it also brings us together in a shared memory of those formative years—years when we dreamed big, laughed hard, and believed we had all the time in the world. Trent’s memory now becomes a part of that fabric. He was one of us, and he always will be.
To his Florida family and friends, who walked beside him in his adult years, thank you for loving him as he was—for seeing his light, his struggles, his laughter, and his strength. Thank you for being part of his story. As we remember Trent, let us hold on to the laughter, the stories, the moments he made better just by being in them. Let us find ways to honor his memory—not just by mourning, but by living with the same kind of honesty and heart that he did. Let us be there for each other, just as Trent would have wanted.
To Lisa and the entire family: may you find comfort in knowing how deeply Trent was loved. He made an impact in this world. He left fingerprints on hearts. And though no words can erase the pain of this loss, we hope you feel the love of those who mourn with you and carry Trent’s spirit forward.
