Story

Celebrating Rem, Declan and Dawson... and keeping their parents close in
thoughts and prayers.

Hand in hand, hearts heavy with grief, the young couple stood alone beside a newly placed gravestone. Here marked the brief lives of their three infant sons, born with valiant hearts, but too young to sustain earthly life.
   The father, wishing he could have protected his wife from the pain of this loss...his own dreams for his sons, and the family that would have been, now a wishful memory.
   The mother, thinking of the difficult pregnancy from conception through labour, wondering when the heart wrenching sadness will ease, and imagining all the wonderful moments that might have been.
   Both lost in their own thoughts of the tragedy of loving and losing, not just one child, but three triplet sons.
   From the edge of the clearing a fawn shyly ventured into the open. The movement captured David's eye and he whispered to Elaine, "Look, there's a baby deer". As Elaine raised her eyes, a second fawn followed its sibling. Suddenly, Elaine's heart began to hammer and flutter in her chest, as yet another tiny, perfect little fawn dared to brave the open field.
   Gathering courage in the morning sun, the little fawns romped along the edge of the cemetary. Watching them play brought a gladness to the hearts of David and Elaine. Three baby sons...three baby deer. At that moment the world appeared at peace, as did the hearts of David and Elaine, feeling the warm sun and the gentle breeze gracing the picture of three fawns enjoying happy playtime together.
   "Look David!...he's eating the flower. See...they would have been little rascals!"

Yvonne, a wonderful, caring nurse who we were lucky enough to have deliver our triplets, wrote this story for us as it was told to her by Elaine. We treasure this writing and the friendship that we have developed with her. Thank you, Yvonne, from the bottom of our hearts.