December 27, 1922:
An angel was born.
November 28, 2002:
The angel flew away, never to return again.
Between these two dates, there is a life, the most incredible, extra-ordinary of them all. It was fully lived, I guess, but also fought. My Dad fought his demons, his nightmares and struggled to appreciate the beauty in himself. He never believed he was special.
That made him unique, and too good for a world that slowly devoured him.
And not even love could save him.
But this web site intends to be a celebration of his life, not a mourning of his tragic death. For Brizio Leonardo Trenta was pure soul, who never stopped giving... And I miss him, more and more each day.
My Dad was my Hero.
