Amanda Trewin Bride

Amanda was a fighter: for herself, the business she shared with her sister, and most importantly for her family. She never gave up. She fought for every ounce of life until the disease consumed her. Cancer is a savage beast.

She was born on 2/7/86 and slipped from her physical presence on 11/5/23. Preceded in death by her infant sister, Danielle Wild Trewin. She leaves behind her parents (Chris and Sharon Trewin), her sister (Nicole Cysewski), her husband (Mike Bride), and her three adorable and irascible children (Carson, Lucas, and Isla) aged 7, 5 and 3. She was cherished by her mother, adored by her sister, and is the apple of her father’s eye.

When she “got it” she “got it bad”—it was never in her nature to half-ass anything—and her passions were many. Stepping to the front of that line were her husband Mike, her kids, and her very large and extended family, which count too many aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews to mention here. She placed an indelible mark on them.

At 37 she is gone but never will be forgotten. She will remain in their hearts forever.

Her childhood was a whirlwind and her college days a blur. (She’d insist on a requisite “Go Cougs” at this point.) She slung a mean cocktail and could take a shot with the best of them. Life was meant to be enjoyed and she knew how to make fun as her besties can attest to. There was simply too much to do to settle for anything but the latest adventure. So, after college she departed to Australia but diverted to cross the Tasman Sea to work hand in hand with the local Kiwis after the 2011 New Zealand earthquake. Australia and nanny duties would come later.

She was unbounded by the limits of geography. She made the most of it logging in travels across Europe, Mexico, Thailand, the Philippines, and Hawaii. If there was an adventure to be had she was all aboard even at a moment’s notice–notably packing up her husband and newborn baby for a spontaneous trip to all points Montana. For Amanda, it wasn’t a question of “Why” but more an answer of “Why not?”

Her biggest adventure awaited her stateside as she and “sissy” took on the family hydroseeding business. Together they grew it to become one of the few female owned and operated–and one of most successful–businesses of its kind. Between them and their kids GrassMaster HQ was one part office, one part day care, one part romper room.

When not managing GrassMaster operations, she found time for trips with the kids–typically to Camano, Whidbey, Eastern Washington–which also included weekly visits to see her grandpa outside of Redmond. It was important to her that “they would get to know him”. It was a mutual admiration society with lots of doting upon each other while the younguns ran circles around them and the kitchen.

To the end, Amanda was always fiercely, unabashedly Amanda. She never quit: never compromising on what she wanted and never relinquishing her wry smile or the glint in her eye. She was a light and it shines through all that had the pleasure to know her.

In lieu of flowers, you can give to her GoFundMe page, which has been set up to support her kids, or make donations in her name to the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society https://givenow.lls.org