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Some people only dream of angels, I held one in my arms-Author Unknown

This memorial website was created to remember our dearest Hunter Nicole Lee who was born premature at only 24 weeks in Cincinnati, OH on February 11, 2002.  She lived her entire short life in the NICU, she never saw a flower, never heard the roar of the ocean, never smelled a home-cooked meal and yet she touched our lives in an unforgettable way.  She was a guardian angel for her brothers, Alex and Nathan.  This beautiful angel passed away on March 8, 2002.


Everyone sees my three boys, the "twins" Alex and Nathan and the baby- Shane.  Very few know that there was  one more child, at least for a little bit.  There was you- my only daughter, my angel. You will live forever in our memories and hearts.




From Hunter Nicole's Funeral Program-


Hunter’s Life Journey


God blessed Brian Keith and Alanna Lee with the birth of their first child, and first triplet, Hunter Nicole Lee, on Monday, the 11th of February, 2002 at 10:25 am.  Her birth was followed nine days later by the arrival of her two brothers.  Her brief life was a source of joy and strength to her parents and all who loved her. In her 25 days on this Earth Hunter overcame numerous obstacles and was always a fighter, strong until the very end.


God called this most precious of angels back home to his side on Friday, March 8, 2002.


Hunter’s memory will be forever cherished by her parents, Brian Keith and Alanna Lee and her brothers, Nathaniel and Alexander Lee.  Along with her parents and brothers she is survived by her  maternal grandmother, Mae Hunter of Kansas City, MO, her paternal grandfather, James Lee of Pine Bluff, AR, her great-great aunt Irene White of Little Rock, AR and a host of aunts, uncles, cousins and other relatives.

God's Lent Child
I'll lend you for a little while
a child of mine, God said,
   For you to love her while she lives,
and mourn for when she's dead.
   It may be six or seven years,
   or forty-two or three;
   But will you, till I call her back,
take good care of her for me? 
To which the parents did reply...
 Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
 For all the joys thy child will bring,
the risk of grief we'll run.
   We'll shelter her with tenderness,
   We'll love her while we may...
   for all the love this child will bring,
   forever grateful we will stay.
   But should the Angels call for her,
   much sooner than we've planned,
   We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
   and try to understand.





These are favorite poems and quotations that bring me solace and comfort.  I hope they can do the same for you.



If tears could build a stairway,
And memories were a lane,
I would walk right up to Heaven
To bring you home again.

No farewell's were spoken,
No time for goodbye,
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knows why.

My heart still aches in sadness,
And secret tears will flow,
What is meant to me to lose you,
No one will ever know.

-author unknown

A child that loses a parent is an orphan.
A man who loses his wife is a widower.
A woman who loses her husband is a widow.
There is no name for a parent that loses a child,
for there is no word to describe this pain.
-author unknown

Every good and perfect gift comes from above,
We were blessed with triplets to cherish and love.
Born together to grow apart,
Two in our hands, One in our hearts.
                                               ~author unknown



There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: 
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot, 
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build, 
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-4

A Mother's Prayer

Dear Lord,
I wanted to hold my baby close
and tell her all about you,
but I never got the chance.
So, could you hold her close
and tell her about me?
-author unknown

Your children are not your children. 
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. 
They come through you but not from you, 
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. 
You may give them your love but not your thoughts. 
For they have their own thoughts. 
You may house their bodies but not their souls, 
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
-Khalil Gibran