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Date: 05-24-2025
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Obituary
“Every moment left a mark. Every heartbeat, a timestamp etched into our lives.”
At daybreak on March 23, 1947, a quiet miracle began. Lula Mae arrived into the world in Rincon, Georgia to the delight of Vera Mae Ricks and Samuel Johnson. She began a life measured not in years alone, but in moments—tiny, luminous timestamps that shaped the lives of everyone who knew her.
Reflections: Early years
In her early childhood, the family relocated from Georgia to Miami, Florida—a move that would shape much of her journey. During her teenage years, she stepped into herself with growing strength and quiet determination. At Miami Northwestern Senior High School, she began to stretch toward the future, carrying with her both the curiosity to learn and the courage to face the world on her own terms.
Reflections: Adulthood
“When she became ‘Mom,’ her time was no longer her own—it was claimed by the two daughters she loved deeply. As a single mother, she carried the weight of multiple roles with quiet determination, working several jobs to provide not just what was needed, but what was deserved—security, dignity, and opportunity.
She wasn’t perfect, and she didn’t always have the answers. There were hard choices, and not every one was easy or right. But through every decision—big or small—ran one unwavering truth: she believed, with her whole heart, that everything she did was in service of a better life for her daughters.
Reflections: Stormy Years
The years that followed brought storms she could not have foreseen. In 1981, she married John Capers, believing that stability and partnership would create a stronger foundation for her daughters. But the marriage, marked by emotional turmoil, proved instead to be a chapter of deep struggle and quiet survival. By 1989, it ended—but not without cost. The aftermath left her physically weakened and emotionally scarred, with health complications that changed the course of her life.
Yet even in those fractured years, she did not surrender. This timestamp—painful and transformative—reshaped her remaining days, forcing her to lean more heavily on the very people she had once carried: her daughters, and the family who had always stood beside her. Though her strength now looked different, it remained—just quieter, more tender, more reliant. Her legacy became not just one of sacrifice, but of endurance. A woman who weathered more than most, and still found meaning in being present, in holding on, in loving despite it all.
Final Reflections: Coming Home
In her later years, though her body grew frail, her spirit remained unbroken. She spent her time surrounded by the people who loved her most, held up by the daughters she had raised and the family who had never let go. Her laughter was softer, her movements slower, but the core of who she was—resilient, wise, full of love—never faded.
On May 16, 2025, at 11:40 p.m., after one final battle with her health, the Lord gave her permission to come home. In that quiet hour, time stood still. The hands that had worked tirelessly, comforted endlessly, and held so much pain and love in equal measure, were finally at rest.
Her story doesn’t end with her passing. It lives on in the daughters she loved, in the family and friends she clung to and cared for, and in every soul, she touched with her quiet strength. Her reflections remain—with us, always.
She is survived by her brother Ravenell Johnson (Gladys), her daughters, Vernita Marie Johnson and Shawanda L. Johnson, and joins in peace those who went before her as well as a host of family and friends.
Time moves forward, but she will always remain timeless.
At daybreak on March 23, 1947, a quiet miracle began. Lula Mae arrived into the world in Rincon, Georgia to the delight of Vera Mae Ricks and Samuel Johnson. She began a life measured not in years alone, but in moments—tiny, luminous timestamps that shaped the lives of everyone who knew her.
Reflections: Early years
In her early childhood, the family relocated from Georgia to Miami, Florida—a move that would shape much of her journey. During her teenage years, she stepped into herself with growing strength and quiet determination. At Miami Northwestern Senior High School, she began to stretch toward the future, carrying with her both the curiosity to learn and the courage to face the world on her own terms.
Reflections: Adulthood
“When she became ‘Mom,’ her time was no longer her own—it was claimed by the two daughters she loved deeply. As a single mother, she carried the weight of multiple roles with quiet determination, working several jobs to provide not just what was needed, but what was deserved—security, dignity, and opportunity.
She wasn’t perfect, and she didn’t always have the answers. There were hard choices, and not every one was easy or right. But through every decision—big or small—ran one unwavering truth: she believed, with her whole heart, that everything she did was in service of a better life for her daughters.
Reflections: Stormy Years
The years that followed brought storms she could not have foreseen. In 1981, she married John Capers, believing that stability and partnership would create a stronger foundation for her daughters. But the marriage, marked by emotional turmoil, proved instead to be a chapter of deep struggle and quiet survival. By 1989, it ended—but not without cost. The aftermath left her physically weakened and emotionally scarred, with health complications that changed the course of her life.
Yet even in those fractured years, she did not surrender. This timestamp—painful and transformative—reshaped her remaining days, forcing her to lean more heavily on the very people she had once carried: her daughters, and the family who had always stood beside her. Though her strength now looked different, it remained—just quieter, more tender, more reliant. Her legacy became not just one of sacrifice, but of endurance. A woman who weathered more than most, and still found meaning in being present, in holding on, in loving despite it all.
Final Reflections: Coming Home
In her later years, though her body grew frail, her spirit remained unbroken. She spent her time surrounded by the people who loved her most, held up by the daughters she had raised and the family who had never let go. Her laughter was softer, her movements slower, but the core of who she was—resilient, wise, full of love—never faded.
On May 16, 2025, at 11:40 p.m., after one final battle with her health, the Lord gave her permission to come home. In that quiet hour, time stood still. The hands that had worked tirelessly, comforted endlessly, and held so much pain and love in equal measure, were finally at rest.
Her story doesn’t end with her passing. It lives on in the daughters she loved, in the family and friends she clung to and cared for, and in every soul, she touched with her quiet strength. Her reflections remain—with us, always.
She is survived by her brother Ravenell Johnson (Gladys), her daughters, Vernita Marie Johnson and Shawanda L. Johnson, and joins in peace those who went before her as well as a host of family and friends.
Time moves forward, but she will always remain timeless.