I have typed and retyped this post. Not liking how it sounds and not liking how vulnerable it makes me seem.
I donated my wedding dress on Monday night to a great cause: Angel Gown Project. I specified my search, looking for a donation center where I could drop it off myself and did not have to mail it. I also felt funny selling it or donating it to another bride. Maybe I was being silly, but I felt that I wouldn't want to wear a used wedding dress from a woman who was divorced. Not that we divorced ladies have the plague or anything, but more that I would be worried about the bad juju. (ha!)
When I was doing my research and reading about the different organizations I could donate my dress to nothing really stood out to me and when I stumbled upon Angle Gown Project I knew that this was exactly where I wanted my dress to go. I wanted my dress to mean something to someone, to make a different for a person, for a family, for a loved one. This organization takes used wedding dresses, and other formal dresses, and repurposes them into bereavement dresses for babies who pass-on before they leave the hospital.
I donated my dress with a heavy and loving heart, knowing that it is going to a good cause. I dropped the dress off near my old apartment with a woman who is a law student at UC Berkeley. I *sort of* wanted to tell the Universe to just leave me alone for a bit, but that just seemed par for the course in this entire experience. I am not going to lie, I cried when I got home. I cried, not because I was sad or because I was angry. I cried because something that brought me so much joy and happiness and that was so beautiful is going to be repurposed for a great cause and provide closure for a mourning family. Also, because I believe that it provided closure for me.
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I wrote the above post right after I donated my dress, so almost a year ago. Needless to say, I was in a very different place in my 'grieving' process. The reason I hadn't posted it was because I was waiting on the organization to send me a picture of what they made my dress into, and because, as I mentioned above, it makes me feel vulnerable to share this. This was on the list of "last few things to take care of" for my closure, for my peace of mind.
On Friday, I was scrolling through facebook and decided, on a whim, to change the display from 'most popular' to 'most recent.' I did this and began scrolling and 24 minutes prior to my changing the display and scrolling through posts, the Angel Gown Project had posted the below picture and said that one of the gowns was made out of my wedding dress. I wasn't tagged in the post, and I honestly believe that I wouldn't have seen this had I not randomly changed my display. I squealed a little bit. I have been waiting for this picture to appear.
My dress made the sweet little dress that is second from the right, and I am sure many more. It is with a heavy and loving heart that I share this with you all.
Part of me wanted to re-write this entire post. And then I thought about it some more and decided that this was important to for me remember how I felt after donating and realize how far I have come in just a year. I had an epiphany last week, that I am still working out, and once I can articulate it, I will share it :-)