The Story Behind Blissful Bounty
In 2021, my sister passed away unexpectedly from a heart attack, just months shy of her 55th birthday.
We shared a rare bond — more than sisters, we were each other’s safe place.
I received a portion of what would’ve been her retirement fund — the one we dreamed of spending together as future “Golden Girls” in sunny Florida.
I couldn’t let it sit. I needed it to mean something.
Blissful Bounty became that something — a way to honor her love, laughter, and unwavering belief in me.
Every product, message, and donation carries a piece of her heart — a reminder that love never truly leaves; it simply finds new ways to shine.
My mom was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis when I was eight years old.
For more than a decade, she faced constant pain with quiet strength and unwavering grace until her passing in January 2002 — just seven months before my wedding.
Her life taught me everything that matters most:
❧ Accept yourself and others as they are.
❧ Speak up for what’s right.
❧ Keep fighting for your joy and purpose.
She was our rock, our calm, our heart.
Everything I build through Blissful Bounty is a tribute to her strength, spirit, and unconditional love.
A Legacy of Strength and Survival
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My Sister’s Story: Love, Loss & Lifelong Scars
My sister married young to a man who physically, emotionally, and psychologically abused her.
The abuse continued for years until he eventually left.
She never fully recovered from that trauma.
She chose to remain single, surrounding herself with friends and family instead.
She was loving, resilient, and beautifully brave — but she carried wounds that never truly healed.
My Mother’s Story: From Loss to Legacy
My mom was raised in a violent home and lost her mother in her early twenties to a brain aneurysm caused by years of abuse.
She rarely spoke about it, but the pain shaped her life quietly and deeply.
And yet — she became the pillar of strength in our family.
She showed me, by example, what true resilience looks like: loving fiercely, even when the world has not been kind.
My Story: Rebuilding From the Ashes
At 17, I ran away chasing love that soon turned into control.
One night, I found the strength to walk away and start again.
Since then, I’ve been rebuilding — learning to honor my light and live a life rooted in peace.