132 Months

     “Eleven in Heaven.” That has been my constant thought all day. Has it really been eleven years since we held Lola and last saw her beautiful angelic face? Sadly, it has. Last night I tossed and turned in bed, the days match up this year, Saturday evening into Sunday morning. The same as eleven years ago. If I could somehow change it, I would. If I could repeat that night, I often think maybe there was someway it could have all been different. Maybe she could still be here...I will live with that thought for the rest of my days on this earth. She is just the missing piece of our family and hearts and that will never change. For a Mom, it will never heal.

    I told Milo and Finley we were celebrating Lola’s birthday this weekend. Milo being so sweet said, “I wonder what she would be like...” He thinks she would be a VISCO girl, would have claimed the bedroom with the attached bathroom, and probably would boss them around because that is what big sisters do. Finley thinks she would be fun to dance with, maybe they would look the same. I bet she would be all those things and more. If she was given the chance, I would imagine she would be more grateful and humble than we know. Probably how we all should be everyday...

  We went for an early morning walk on the beach for Lola. This year we decided to just do the single pink rose for her in the ocean, and Milo writing her name in the sand with a heart and number 11. It was a rainy morning, but of course the rain produced a beautiful shimmering rainbow. We could see the beginning of it to the end, perfectly over the turquoise crystal waters. I think that was our Lola sign. As we walked the shores, we found many shells to add to our collection. One that I found was called a pen shell. It has two halves and almost resembles a heart when the two pieces are folded out. We found only one side, Milo thinks Lola has the other part. The interior surface of it also has a little bit of a rainbow shine to it, it will always remind me of Lola's 11th birthday.

  Our family decided to donate a car seat to an organization in Sarasota called Mothers Helping Mothers for her birthday. It was an item on their wishlist and the boys both thought it was nice to give an item that would keep a little boy or girl safe. I signed the card, "The Doepke Family -Lola."

   Eleven years. 4,015 days. 132 Months. Whatever way we put it, it seems like an eternity. There is not a day and will never be a day when I don't think of Lola Grace Doepke. Wishing she was here everyday, hour, and second that she has been gone.

Happy Birthday Lola!

Love,

The Mother of an Angel

  

   

131 Months

I walked outside this morning and was greeted by a beautiful bright orange butterfly flying directly towards me. It seemed to whirl around in a couple circles and then flutter around the vibrant yellow hibiscus blooming in our yard. I just stood silently and watched as the sun beat down on me. Oh yes, it was Lola's day, the 16th of the month. It was a pleasant and heavenly reminder. I thought to myself what a nice and almost "calming" way to start the day. Soon we will embark on her birthday, 11 years. That still leaves me speechless as well. I just wish things were different...


Love,

The Mother of an Angel

130 Months

I told JP the other day that I miss finding pennies from Lola. When you don’t leave your house very often there is less of a chance to find those tiny blessings. I miss that. We took on a project in our house of cleaning and organizing all Finley’s Legos. The colors, the Minifigures, the accessories...I think we spent the whole day in his room. As we emptied the last bin on the floor to sort through  Finley yelled, “Mom, I found a Penny!” I was as excited as he was, funny how that ended up in there. It went in his penny collection, but in my heart it was marked as a penny from heaven. Just what I needed. ❤️

129 Months

Last week was Mother’s Day, in all honesty a day I wish we would just skip. I love my boys with all my heart and am blessed to be their Mom. I know they love and appreciate me. I just don’t need a special day to be told that. I can see it in their eyes and daily hugs, or when they call out “mom” A million times a day) Mother’s Day reminds me of what was to be my first Mother’s Day in 2010. To the rest of the world I did not look like a mom . I cannot even describe the sadness I felt, I wished the day would be over as quick as it began. So ever since that first Mother’s Day I feel like I have taken on the role of the invisible mom. I am Milo and Finley’s mom but Lola’s too. People forget that, don’t know that, or just guess from what they see. I carry Lola in my heart everyday day, not in my arms or holding her hand walking down the street. I am the invisible mom. Even though we say “Happy Mother’s Day” it doesn’t always feel that way for the moms that have lost their children, long to be a mom, or have lost their own mom. There will always be something missing from that day...

Love,
The Mother of an Angel

128 Months

 Sometimes we need to see the good in bad. Sometimes we need to not sweat the small stuff. Sometimes we just need a good cry. Those are words to live by right now. For a long time and still, I struggle with seeing any good that came from loosing Lola. There really is nothing...I don’t believe it was her time, I don’t think she was better off in heaven, but I don’t have all the answers either. She did bring such light to focusing on the positives things in life. I often tell people when something is going wrong, “it could be worse.” I am sure that could be borderline annoying, but isn’t that the truth? Right now we are all living in a time that we never imagined. That’s where I challenge anyone who is reading this to see the good in the bad. Not to sweat the small stuff, but always give yourself  the chance for an ugly cry. When it may seem like this will never end... close your eyes and picture Lola. It will be okay, because things could always be worse. I love that she is the “light” of my life!

God Bless and Love,

The mother of an Angel

127 Months

There is so much going on in the world right now...Unimaginable things. As some grumble and complain about our temporary “new norm,”  I am going to continue to look at it from a fresh  perspective. I know how it feels to loose a child, a mom, and grandparents. I would never wish that same pain on any human being. When we see the daily statistics of new cases and deaths, those deaths have a name and story. They are someone’s mom, dad, grandparent, best friend, or maybe even child.  When we lost Lola our worlds stopped, mine stopped. If the least I can do is stay in my house now with my two boys- it is okay. I’m actually excited to spend quality time with them, usually our worlds are such a rush, but now we have slowed it down to 5mph. And that’s okay with me!
We never know what anyone is going through, but we do all have a story. I have so many chapters to mine, Lola being a huge part of it. God bless her and everyone...we will get through it.


Love,

The Mother of an Angel

126 Months

Every Tuesday and Thursday for the past month,  Finley and I have volunteering at Milo’s school for mileage club. It has actually been a lot of fun, but what I enjoy most is watching Milo do something he enjoys, running. I’m pretty sure I could not keep up with him anymore,  or I would be winded after the first mile. Working mostly with the third graders, we sit and scan their running tag each time they come around the circle. I told JP there is a Lola in running club, and every  single time she picks my line to scan her tag. She is darling and so polite  I have yet to meet another Lola until now....
When I hear or see the name  Lola, I automatically think of “my Lola.” . That sweet little angel, the one and only. ❤️ It’s a beautiful, unique name!

Love,
The Mother of and Angel