15th of April 1998 you were born,
with your tripplet brothers, Max and Lucas.
You were so little, smaler than a babydoll.
You were a team of figthers, the three of you,
"Big Max" - fooling with the nurses on hospital
"Tiny Lucas" - figthing for his body
"Girly Eiril" - the familys little doll
Your elders sisters, Kim Robin and Beatrix loved you,
always giving you their handmade art,
and wanting you to wear dresses all day long...
Your grandma gave you cute, little dresses,
Your "Besta" gave you a babydoll.
You looked at them all - your eyes all saying
"I'd love to play with them rigth ahead"
You were the cutest little girl on earth,
and we'll always remember the times you were in the family house,
looking around, with your big, blue eyes,
looking for a place to play with your brothers.
You were a strong, little girl, always figthing for life.
After you had your stroke in July, you figthed to be as strong as before.
But in the beginning of September, the stroke got to strong.
Your body couldn't stand against it.
We cried when the doctors told us your time was gone...
But parts of your strong body still lives.
The liver and parts of your kidneys
gave life another chance for other baby figthers...
You will always live, in the memory of our heart,
and we'll never forget the time we got together.
Your seremony in the funeral was very nice.
We played the songs you used to love.
Mamy read you a poem, and Dady cried.
We all gave you our last respect, the white rose...
my death don't belong to me,
my death is the others
like the others also is mi
your death is mine
i carry it
like a suitcase i never will open
i carry it
like a key
to a room i never will be in
