Lola Belle (Wieberg) Pavlik, age 87, of Harwood Heights, Illinois, passed away peacefully at her home on June 20, 2026, surrounded by her loving family.

Born on July 30, 1938, in Chicago, Illinois, Lola spent nearly her entire life in Harwood Heights. She was a devoted wife, mother, sister, grandmother, and great-grandmother who cherished her family above all else. For more than 15 years, she worked at Kmart, where her warm personality and friendly spirit touched many.

Lola was married to her beloved husband, Frank Pavlik, for over 50 years. She was the proud matriarch of a large and loving family.

She is survived by:

• Her daughters: Renee Baraglia (Jim) and Doreen Kaspar

• Her son-in-law: Verlyn Spreeman

• Her Daughter-in-law: Christine Pavlik

• Her sister: Gloria Alsteen

• Her sister: Shirley Wrzensinski

• Nephew: Anthony Wrzensinski (Megan)

• Nieces: Debra Alsteen and Jennifer Johnson (John)

• Grandchildren: Jeri Matson (Michael), Jodi Bulanda (Joseph), Stephanie Kaspar (Justin), Stacy Sherburne (Nick), Samantha Kaspar (Joey), Jenna Saile (Tanner), and Frank Pavlik (Shannon)

• Great-grandchildren: Kaiden, Kolten, and Kycen Schimandle; Maci Bulanda; Brielle Matson; Avery, Autumn, and Ainsley Mora; Charlie, Wyatt, and Maeve Sherburne; Georgia and Frankie Pavlik; and Baby Girl Saile, arriving in October 2026.

Lola was preceded in death by her husband Frank Pavlik, her parents Elmer Wieberg and Johanna Szubertowski, her son Frank Pavlik (Christine), her son-in-laws Tom Kaspar and Christopher Baraglia, and brother-in-law Tony Wrzensinski.

Lola’s greatest joy was her family. She will be remembered for her strength, love, and the lasting legacy she leaves behind in her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. She will be deeply missed by all who knew and loved her.

Rest in peace, dear Lola Belle, Mom, Sister, Grandma, Owa, and Mama Ma.

God’s Garden

God looked around His garden

And found an empty place.

He then looked down upon the earth

And saw your tired face.

He put his arms around you

And lifted you to rest.

God’s garden must be beautiful

He always takes the best.

He saw the road was getting rough,

And the hills were hard to climb,

So he closed your weary eyelids,

And whispered, “Peace be Thine.”

It broke our hearts to lose you

But you didn’t go alone,

For part of us went with you

The day God called you home.

If flowers grow in heaven, Lord, then pick a bunch for me. Then place them in my grandmother’s arms and tell her they’re from me. Tell her that I love and miss her and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile. Because remembering her is easy, I do it every day, but there’s an ache within my hear that will never go away.