62 Months

It's the sixth year we have participated in the International Wave of Light Ceremony. It's  the sixth year we have used the same candle. The only candle we ever use on Lola's birthday and for Wave of Light, used twice a year. It's almost like fine china! The flame is still bright but the candle is getting smaller. White and angelic, candles always seem to bring tranquility and peace to a room with their glow. I thought about all the candles shining for these little babies, somewhere way beyond the stars they are watching over us and someday we will all be reunited. Their lives like Lola's too short and so dearly missed.

Our candle traveled with us for that hour. When we first lit it, I was able to take a moment to say a prayer, say hello and run my fingers over her picture. That candle lit up my whole room. I took it with me while I bathed Finley. It made me recall lying in the hospital bed as I watched JP and the nurse give Lola a bath. I cried the whole time. JP was brave. We picked out her going home outfit from my hospital bag and dressed and combed her hair.  This  outfit was more like her "heaven" is my home outfit. Memories.  At the end of the hour I blew out the candle, the smoke swirled in the air. It's put away now until Lola's next birthday. We still remember and cherish her everyday, she was just too special for this earth.

Love,

The Mother of an Angel