52 Months

It's that time of the year...houses are sparkling with holiday lights, poinsettias are lined up on front porches and Lola's angel tree is lighting up our house. It is in fact my most favorite time of the year! 62 dazzling angels hang from this tree, amazing how the collection has grown through out the years. From angel ornaments that I inherited from my Grandmother to our newest addition this year of a happy little angel girl in a green dress and bright yellow shoes. One glance at this ornament and it does make you smile- it's contagious. Each angel represents Lola's memory and an everyday reminder of what this season should really be about, love. The love we have for our family and friends. The love we have for those that are no longer with us. I feel blessed for these Lola memories we can make each holiday season....

"And I need a little angel sitting on my shoulder." That's exactly what I hope we have, a little Lola watching over us and sitting on our shoulders! "Need a little Christmas now....."

Merry Christmas!

The mother of an angel

51 Months

"It's all about the journey..."
We recently purchased a colorful eclectic key west style tile with this quote on it for a friend leaving the island.  It made me stop and think of the journey of life we go on. The unexpected hurdles, the surprises, endless emotions, milestones and struggles we conquer....all the good and the bad. It is the journey. In this journey we become who we are and become how we will be remembered.

Lola's journey was not what any of us expected. A surprise. A heartache. Now a legacy to me. Her life was my life and she is forever part of our hearts. I guess we never know what will happen tomorrow, months from now or even years..that's not in our hands. But tomorrow when the sunrises over this little island I plan to smile at the sun for Lola, look for a penny and hold the hands of my favorite guys for a walk on the beach. Maybe we can even make a sand angel! Everyday is our journey. It's our moment to make a memory and remember the journeys of those that have passed or maybe those we can't be with everyday.

I love that little girl with all heart!

Mother of Angel

50 Months

I'm participating. I'm a mother on an angel. I read these exact words yesterday for the wave of light and infant loss rememberance day. I love it, describes me to a t! Lighing that candle each year is such a special hour in our lives. It makes you take time out of the craziness of our worlds and reflect on what is truly important. I put Lola's candle outside on our veranda, the sky was dark, the moon was shining. It was a gorgeous island night. But then in the midst of all that darkness there was one little candle for Lola, flickering a soft yellow glow, while the palm trees were swaying in the wind. Peaceful is the word that comes to mind... after all isn't peace what we are all searching for? The moment when you feel content, the moment where you can take a deep breath and smile- because maybe, just maybe for that exact moment everything is okay. That is how I felt last night. Lola times are the best. I also spent that hour putting pictures, letters and momentums in her special book from the past few months. I started paging from the beginning looking at all those beautiful photos of her, all the quotes that at one time captured our feelings. I saw features of Lola in Milo. I laughed at pictures of Louie over the last 4 years... so even in times of sadness and such loss, maybe we start to see some good too. I always say someday I will have all the answers...and boy when I meet God, we have a lot to discuss :)!!!! We have learned a lot since Lola passed and we are still learning. "You were here for a moment...but left a lifetime of love." So true, I think there were a lot of candles burning for Miss Lola. Love, A mother of angel

49 Months

Going back and visiting the Monterey area, will always be our special family spot. It was great to be back last week, beautiful scenery, good friends and a place that will forever hold a piece of our hearts. It's like a walk down memory lane with Lola. The view of the Pacific Ocean and the huge waves crashing on the shores in PG. Picking up tiny seashells and vivid sea glass. Visiting the church and gardens in Carmel. Looking at the koi fish in the hospital lobby. It is all Lola or part of our healing journey... When we walked up to "lolas's special church" I decided to venture in the gardens first. The flowers, hidden angels and small benches just make you feel almost at home. I was delightfully surprised when I approached the area where over a year ago I left a plaque on Lola's 3rd birthday, our last day in Carmel. It is still there. Untouched. Perfect. It was almost as if it was there waiting for us to come back and visit. It was that Lola moment that takes your breath away and tears swell your eyes. It reads: Faith to light up the darkened sky, strength to carry on, love to touch and heal the soul, hope to grace the dawn. Amazing. We miss Lola. I hope in future visits to see that plaque again... We found one penny on our trip. It was great to be back. Love- the mother of an angel

48 Months

The day has arrived, 4 years later here we are. It's Lola's birthday. I have thought a lot the last few weeks about this journey, the one where you are trying to discover your role and who you are. Life could never be the same without Lola Grace. So now maybe 4 years later maybe I should reintroduce myself. I have become a different wife, mother, daughter, and friend. I try not to dwell on life's fixable moments. I try to live in the moment. I worry a lot. I smile. I love sunsets. I love seeing a butterfly in my yard. I cry. I blog. I plant white flowers in all my pots in memory of Lola and angels. I say I love you Lola out loud every night. I cringe when people ask me if milo is my only one. I love to be organized. I collect angel ornaments. I love finding pennies from heaven. I am more grateful. I am hopeful. I pray a lot. I love taking pictures. I sit in the church once a week to check in with God and Lola. I dream again. I love. I am happy. I am sad. I don't believe in happily ever afters. I try to live my life with "grace" in my heart. I adore life. I am forever incomplete. I have learned our life will always be a mix of a million emotions. There are good days, bad days and days where I wish all the tears could bring her back to us. I have accepted this is God's plan. So today I also chose to celebrate her memory and know what an inspiration she is to me. Our annual Lola traditions of four balloons to heaven journeyed through the Florida Keys, One pink rose drifted out to sea and A candle lit at the church glowed in her honor. Four pennies were dropped into the fountain and happy birthday song was sung as we listened to the ocean and smiled at the sun peeking out of the clouds. Our donation this year for Lola was to the Florida Keys Animal Shelter. It honors not only Lola but the extreme dedication and love of our little dog Louie. He seemed to be our number one support team after we lost Lola. He is truly a blessing in our lives. Milo had the best time picking out fun dog toys and supplies-he was so excited to celebrate this day. My favorite moment was seeing him wave good bye to Lola's balloons. Maybe he just knows... Happy Birthday Lola. Thank you for remembering this beautiful angel! Make every moment count. Love, Mother of an Angel

47 Months

It's hard to believe that in exactly one month from today Lola will be 4...instead of party planning or picking out the perfect gift, I'm left thinking what and where we will or can donate something that would make her proud and that she be remembered by. It is on the top of my list. To me it seems a little distant not to be in Carmel, a little out of sorts. It has most definitely been a year of change so another change we will adapt to. I thought today about a special visit during my trip to Sheboygan. To my grandfathers grave. My family keeps it very beautiful with garden flowers adorning it, little love and angel statues and Milo's newest addition of a pinwheel. Aren't cemeteries the most interesting places, at least I think that....Some graves kept up, others not, some stones are freshly engraved, others so old you can barley make out the wording. It makes you wonder what everyone that lays there story is. Right across from my grandpas grave, is the children section. In most cases not even children, but babies that have a name and one date. Just like Lola. I found myself strolling down the way reading each name carefully, each date. Loving daughter, forever missed, in our hearts forever...I guess I'm not so alone. i was so sad for all those babies and their families. My Mom thinks it is very neat someone took the time to build these white little picket fences with bible verses on them at many of the infant's graves. They are not forgotten. Their mom's would smile. We never buried Lola. JP says the first one who passes should be buried with her ashes. I like that choice. JP found a penny today and then saw a rainbow. Double the Lola signs. It's nice as we move forward into a sad month for us... Lola Grace Doepke August 16, 2009

46 Months

First off I have to start this newest post out with a Happy Father's Day to all those special Dads out there. I think it is important to remember the dads and grandpas watching over us from heaven and how hard it can be for those missing loved ones. Hopefully Lola got to spend the day with her great grandpas, what a treat that would be! JP is a wonderful father. We are so lucky to have him... I count my blessings everyday. I toasted him at dinner tonight, a big weekend celebrating a birthday and Father's Day! Being the most selfless and caring person, he exclaimed, " cheers to Lola." In our house the 16th of each month is still her day too. He just makes me smile, seems my heart smiled too when he said that. He's a great Dad to Lola. The thing about JP and I, is that what happened with Lola is something many would not understand except the two of us. Good thing we are a team! His journey with Lola is something I could never describe or even write about. I just can only imagine sitting in a hospital hall only peering through a window as they are trying to save her. Having to tell your wife that she didn't make it. He is probably one of the bravest people I know. He is courageous. There are so many wonderful qualities he possesses, I hope someday Milo will be just like him...Lola is proud. ( & of course Louie adores him too!) With that in mind, I think Lola being gone reminds me to not just take a holiday to celebrate the people you love so dearly. We should tell them more often, "love you." We should make people feel special everyday... I never want it to be to late. So here is to celebrating everyone we love... Lots of Love! Now go hug the next person you see and tell them you love them ( my guess, I will see JP!) Mother of an Angel Love you Lola!!!!!!!!!!

45 Months

I always think of Lola as that tiny angel in a white hat. Each needle pull done with love from my grandmother's hand, and a carefully orchestrated pink flower attached. Which now our family refers to as a "Lola hat." If I have a special request for my Grandma to make one, all that needs to be said is " one Lola hat please." Unspoken that hat is filled with love, dreams and well wishes. I met a new friend 2.5 years ago at a group called parents place in pacific grove, ca. That group of ladies and instructor taught me so much, it was truly an amazing experience with our babies. I overheard someone talking about how their husband was from Wisconsin and worked in a hotel one class time, sound familiar?...Meeting on a walk past the pacific ocean was our first meet up. I knew we would be good friends. I told her on that first day about Lola. That's just not something I ever do, still to this day... Our friendship grew, our husbands became friends and we always say our boys are bffs. ( it's true, they are!) When I found out the news they were expecting a little girl in May, I was over the moon for them! I knew they needed a Lola hat. Spencer Irene arrived last Thursday. She's beautiful! I enjoy my daily pictures of her. My favorite picture is of course of her in Lola hat. It would make you smile.... I most love that this little girl wore this on her way home from the hospital. It brought tears to my eyes. A little girl finally got to wear that hat home. I don't think Mandy even knows how special that was to me or how much it meant. To her, it could have been a super cute hat to put her in, to me it made my Mother's Day. Plus I've seen another picture of her in it since. Couldn't be happier for this family, spencer and Henry are some lucky kids! I can picture Lola smiling down from Heaven that day too. It's good to heaven's angels watching over us! Hoping everyone had a beautiful Mother's Day! I love JP always signs my mother day card with Lola's name or an angel...love to Lola! - Mother of an Angel

44 months

There are so many times where we have closed a door for the last time...imagine when you shut the door to your home you lived at for years and then as you walked away, that house became a memory. We glimpse back, take a mental picture and our feet keep moving forward.we move on. I feel like I have shut many doors in my life but have also have learned to keep many of those doors open. Who says you can never look back. We have moved 6 times in 11 years. That's a lot of doors I have closed. I also have closed many doors upon this journey that I never thought were in my life plan. I can still envision the hospital doors on the day when I left chomp. Empty arms. Holding back tears. Feeling beyond horrible. Feeling lost. Where would I go from here...how would or could you ever carry on. Lola was gone. I couldn't go back and make things better. I actually felt like I didn't even want to go to our house. I wanted to stay in my hospital room. How could I be with all her things and face her nursery. It made reality even worse. I don't know how but somehow we made it through. But I've never shut that door. I still continue to open doors and move forward on my journey with Lola. .heavens doors opened for her the morning of August 16th, as I felt the world crashing down us that day. This psalm is what helped me carry on... The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me besides quiet waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his names sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, your rod and staff they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, And I will dwell in the house of The Lord forever. Psalm 23 Our family is in key west 3.5 years after loosing Lola , besides the quiet and gorgeous water here, he is restoring our souls. Hoping goodness and love will be with us and Lola each day. We have nothing to fear... I think it's a good way to end this blog, with a God Bless And of course love to Lola.

43 Months

I always miss Lola. Everyday, every second, every moment, I can't think of a time when my thoughts don't lead back to her. It's just that something is missing, I have realized I never feel whole. There is a never a day where my heart does not sit in a little sadness or where your mind wanders to how things could be. And then you get angry...it's a cycle. Sometimes I would like to be that little girl who could stomp her foot and say this isn't fair because that is certainly how I feel. It's strange how grieving works, I mean here we are 81 posts, 3.5 years later and I still get mad? There are still days I cling to JP in tears. I keep telling myself, someday it will be okay.... I also though spend a lot of my days in complete joy and amazement of life. Milo, his eyes, laughter and smile will always melt my heart. And then there is Louie, I mean could that little white fluff ball be any cuter or sassier. And then there is JP, hands down the most amazing man I have ever met. I am lucky. I have these beautiful angels on earth. I also have an angel in heaven. It is an amazing family to be a part of. We went swinging at the park a couple days ago. I would say hands down, swinging is the best. Close your eyes, flying in the air and the site of the blue ocean ahead. Milo in the toddler swing & JP and I in the big kid swings. If we could have pumped high enough to heaven maybe we would have... It was all giggles and laughter. Milo thought it was pretty funny his mom and dad could swing too! We got off our swings after quite some time and JP looked down at the ground by his swing and there was a shiny penny. Looks like we had a family day at the park after all. It's pretty special the signs God gives us and lo too. Thanks for swinging with us Lola! Love Always- Your Mom

42 Months

I always think of the month of February as a month of LOVE... Pink hearts, Red roses and of course Hallmark cards! It is fun for us to share and experience it through our children too, watching them exchange small notes, stickers and the excitement of a valentine treat. I am so thankful for these moments we are blessed with. It's the simple and small things we take for granted. Sometimes I feel like I should write down the every day excitement ( frustration too) & joy we get with milo. Valentines day made me look at the playground on Milo's school at all the little 3 year olds running around with bags of special valentines, wondering how it would be with Lola here. You always wonder. A sharp pain that makes you realize the reality of your life. Unfair circumstances or God's way of knowing heaven was her better home. Back to my small and simple moments: Milo found his first penny, all on his own... In which he exclaimed" money mama!" There it was, a shiny penny embedded in the bricks by the ocean at Mallory square. I was excited, tearful and looked up at the sky to say thanks to Lo! It was a great moment. Still love those pennies! Happy " love" month. Love you Lola!

41 months

It is my 16th of the month ritual to write my angel thoughts down in this blog for Lola. It's important, very important and just minutes ago a message kept appearing saying "blogger is having technical difficulties." I may have had a mini panic attack. Thoughts raced through my head that what, just what if I couldn't post today for her. It has in fact become my motherly duty of an angel to do this each month on the exact day she would be 41 months. It made me realize just how important this little blog is to me. It has become my conversation with Lola. It is my way of dealing with this emotional roller coaster. It is my way to grieve, to smile and be angry all at once. The blog is a way for me to remember and continue her legacy. Also my way to show off our little angel, she really has shaped us into the best parents we could ever be...and we are still learning and growing with her by our sides. I know it wouldn't have been the end of the world to blog on the 17th or even the 18th for that... But it has become our tradition. I like to think my little inspiration is smiling down on me or maybe she's reading over my shoulder as I type, maybe she looks forward to these blogging moments too. We can only imagine and dream. Good Night Lola... So glad we could talk tonight. Happy 41 months!!!!!!!