Last night we participated in our seventh wave of light. I remember being excited, nervous and anxious to participate in our first one- only two months after Lola had left us. It was a big first step- the candle, the urn, her picture all on the fire place mantel. It's a day when people talk and share about these little angels that received their wings too soon. This year we celebrated the wave of light in Colorado. We lit the candle- the boys thought it would be fun to blow it out and we relit and remained that way for her special hour. It's Lola's hour. The day when people maybe aren't afraid to say her name or tell you they think of her. It's the little things, it's the Lola things.
It was extra special to be here visiting our friends, their little girl has Lola's rug in her room and her absolute favorite toy is the stuffed giraffe that was once for Lola. She calls it her "raf." It goes to bed with her and everywhere around the house. It is that irreplaceable, special toy to her. She loves it and her mom said it's even more special that it was Lola's. It brings such joy to my heart to see her things being used and better than that loved.
We miss Lola more than words or this blog could ever describe. She will always be my little angel.
Mother of an angel
Friday, October 16, 2015
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