In loving memory of Isla Serwatka, a precious soul who graced our lives before taking flight too soon. Though her time with us was brief, her presence was deeply felt and cherished. Survived by her grieving parents, Sarah and Gregory, siblings Trent and Emma, and a family full of love, she leaves behind an enduring mark on our hearts. In her absence, we find solace in the love she inspired and the bond that will forever remain.

Rest peacefully, sweet Isla, your spirit will forever be a beacon of love and hope in our lives.

"These Are My Footprints"

Author unknown

"These are my footprints, so perfect and so small.

These tiny footprints, never touched the ground at all.

Not one tiny footprint, for now I have my wings.

These tiny footprints were meant for other things.

You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain.

Gentle drops like angels tears, of joy and not from pain.

You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterflies' lazy dance.

I'll let you know I'm with you, if you give me just a chance.

You will see my tiny footprints, in the rustle of the leaves.

I will whisper names into the wind, and call each one that grieves.

Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found in mummy's heart,

'cause even though I'm gone now, we'll never truly part."