That horrible day seemed like a nightmare that I could not wake-up from, the blurred vision of my lifeless toddler’s body lying in my arms as the muffled voices of the doctors and nurses saying things like, “we are so sorry, we tried everything.” That day, November 26, 2001, was the day my youngest daughter, Hannah Grace, was called ‘home’ to be with the Lord. Hannah was 14 months old and was in good health until around her 1st birthday when it appeared she began fighting off what was misdiagnosed as a URI (upper respiratory infection). It wasn’t until her autopsy that it was discovered she had the pneumonia virus and that it ultimately caused her to pass away from Myocarditis and dilated cardiomyopathy.
(a) Myocarditis is an inflammation of the heart muscle…A viral infection usually causes myocarditis; (b)it is estimated that approximately 343,000 people die of myocarditis per year.
Have you ever had the wind knocked out of you?
That’s the feeling I lived with on a daily basis for three years after Hannah’s passing. I remember fighting to make it through every breathing second of every day and nothing seemed to make that feeling lift. The sadness was not fading, but becoming more of a reality as time passed as the shock wore off.
Then one day, it was as if the heaviness and fog were gone. If you can imagine walking through a dark and foggy tunnel and all of a sudden you reach the end and there is the sun!
A New Beginning
Having accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior at 5 years of age, I can look back over my life and see how much He has carried me. It wasn’t until Hannah’s death that my walk with Him took on a new meaning and how much stronger my faith grew. God doesn’t give us what He knows we handle, He gives us what He knows He can handle, it’s up to us to trust that He knows what He is doing in our life.
Though I accepted Christ as my personal savior at the age of five, this untimely and sudden death made me realize I was still human and was not above any other person in this world that was going through the same thing.
My Sewing Needle
Throughout my life I would tinker around with sewing and only saw it as a hobby, never did the thought cross my mind that this talent and skill would be used by God to help others through their own personal grief and healing process.
In 2017, “My Sewing Needle” was born and the memorial (memory bear) sewing services began. In 2018 I began offering memory bear/memorial sewing business coaching to help others start or grow their business. As of today, I am seeking to start a nonprofit ministry outreach and have been making it a matter of prayer. If you would like to learn more about any of my services, please use my contact form and send me a message.