What is this poorgirl?
I had dreamed of being a fashion designer ever since I was a little girl. I remember sewing miniskirts for me and a girlfriend out of upholstery samples my mom would bring home. They were super cool but itchy as hell. I attended art school in Chicago and shortly after I got married. I'm a momma to 3 beautiful children and I can say honestly say if I didn't have them I might not be here.
I was 29 years old when my youngest son died suddenly in his sleep. I remember walking in a zombie like state around Owen's funeral and all I heard people whispering was "Oh, that poor girl."
There are no words powerful enough to accurately describe what it feels like to lose a child. The only word close perhaps could be annihilation. In one split horrifying second my heart was severed forever in two pieces the day Owen died. Now one half of my heart lives on earth with my two living children, the other half of my heart yearns to live with the dead. After Owen died I struggled with depression and Bulimia. I was literally surviving the best way I could .So when the time came to naming my company what word should pop into my head?
It's been 25 years since Owen's death. I miss his sweet face and giggles every single day. It's incredibly difficult but I need to muster up the courage to find my purpose in my brokenness. It is in my 3 children's faces that I find the strength to be brave. To walk courageously through this journey that began on the day I was labeled that
"poor girl." I've learned that grief and joy walk together hand in hand and I feel by sharing our story we might possibly give a bit of hope to someone on a similiar path.
Thank-you for visiting my site.
I am truly blessed and my desire is for my life to reflect just that.