|Wilbur and his goddaughter|
at Rockefeller Center 2011
2011 was quite an eventful year. It began with me wondering whether or not I wanted to continue pursuing a career in fashion design. My greatest love seemed to be turning her back on me. It was one of the darkest periods of my life. Trying to let go of my one true love proved to be a heartwrenching ordeal. And because fashion is like the air I breathe, I felt like I was gasping to catch my breath. But I was only swallowing more disappointment.
When my mother was diagnosed with cancer earlier this year and had to have surgery, I asked God for mercy and healing. And I asked Him to change the dynamic of my relationship with fashion. I was convinced it was not time for my mother to make her way to heaven; He already had the company of my maternal grandmother and my father and a host of other family members who succumbed to cancer. And I wanted to believe that fashion and I still belonged together, too. My mother recovered from the surgery. She has a scar down the center of her chest. But she is alive and she is cancer free.
|Wilbur & his goddaughter on Christmas Day 2011|
Peace & Fashion!