Greg Trost lived on my freshman hall at the College of William and Mary. He was a junior, and he lived with our resident advisor. What I remember most about him is that every time I saw him or talked to him, he made me and whoever else was around laugh -- out loud. My first memory of college involved Trost waking us all up at 3 a.m. by shoving posters from our doors into a gigantic fan that the college had put in our hall, and watching the shredded pieces shoot out the other side. He and I shared an affinity for the movie "Menace II Society", and whenever we saw each other, we'd spout our favorite lines. Just the fact that a junior was willing to hang out with freshmen is a testament to the type of person Greg was. He helped us all adjust to college life that year. I hadn't seen Greg in a couple years, until I saw his name on the New York Times "Portraits of Grief" section over a month after September 11. It hurts to know that a piece of my college memory is gone, but I hope his family will know how much Greg made people smile.
Kevin Pryor, classmate
We miss you but are happy you are in a better place. It was a gift being able to know you.
Pat Perkins, friend