Warning: This post deals with themes of loss and death and may be triggering for some readers.
Both boys will tell you without any hesitation that they have four brothers. Henry, Jasper and Evan are a part of our everyday conversations as a family. Harvey often comments on the would-be logistics of all of us living under the same roof. He often speculates on who would share a room with whom, or who would sit where at the dining room table.
Drawings of our family always include all five siblings and birthdays for each brother are eagerly anticipated and counted down. Visits to the cemetery these days are usually fun; there are toys on Henry, Jasper and Evan’s graves and there is no taboo around conversations about death. Questions that may be confronting to adults are not off limits for Owen and Harvey.
‘Are their bodies now skeletons? Are animals eating them?’ they ask.
While they talk about the triplet’s physical bodies’ decaying, they always talk about their full spiritual lives in Heaven. Cards are drawn and written for them on special days, and discussions held about how they were so tiny when they died but are now nearly twelve years old. The triplets are Owen and Harvey’s big brothers who will always be their baby brothers.