February 16, 1973
September 15, 2005
Yvonne came into this world a very sick baby. She left this world a very sick young lady. During her short time here she accomplished a lot. She made many friends, and raised two beautiful daughters, Teela and Hannah, her pride and joy. She was an excellent Mom, and a wonderful aunt to her neice and nephews, and loved them all very much. Throughout the family albums, she is always seen holding one of her children or neice or nephews, at family gatherings or special events.
Yvonne, her brother Gerald and her daughter, Teela, suffer from the deadly disease that took her life. It is a hereditary gene that runs in the Chapdelaine family. She and her brother Gerald, were close and were able to understand each others pain and what they were going through.
Yvonne had a great personality and had a lot of good humour. She was very caring and helpful to everyone, especially in the hospital. She had compassion and empathy for those who needed help. She loved to work in her flower bed, do crafts, plan special birthday parties or family dinners, (she was a great cook), volunteer at hockey games, or at any of her girl’s events, or volunteer at one of her Mom’s prevention activities.
She loved to shop, and she loved pink. Many times, she would take her Mom shopping for material and patterns so Mom could sew outfits for her girls. She enjoyed dropping off treats to the medical staff in the emergency department. Throughout her suffering, she remained quite strong and still carried her humour. She shall be greatly missed by all.
Yvonne is survived by: Troy Farkvam, spouse and stepson, Shane; two daughters Teela and Hannah; mother, Benita; father, Henry; brothers, Gerald and Norman; sister, Denise; niece, Paige; nephews, Robby, Brucie and Logan.
HER SMILE IS FOREVER
Though her smile is forever
Her hands we cannot touch
We still hold our memories
Of the one we loved so much
Her memory is our keepsake
With which we’ll never part
God has her up in heaven
We have her in our hearts.
If tears could build a staircase
And heartache could make a lane
We would walk the path to Heaven
And bring her home again.