The line derived from my uncle who gave me his everything. Suddenly, he died unexpectedly in 2008. It wasn’t until this year that I found out he had Pancreatic Cancer. He kept that a secret from everyone. …When you talked to him he was happy and responded “I Can’t Complain” when one asked how he was doing.
In December of 2011, my family had to bury my great aunt at the same grave site my uncle was at. When my family found my uncle’s resting place, all we saw was the number “38”. That upset me, so I decided to start this clothing line to eventually make enough money to buy him a headstone and donate the rest of the proceeds to Pancreatic Cancer Patients and patients of rare diseases.
Eventually…I’d like this line to grow to a point where I’m able to buy other people’s family members a headstone for cases like these. It may sound creepy, but when you give your everything to people, you shouldn’t have to die and have nothing to showcase your life.
P.S I did not say this in the story, but my uncle so happened to pass at the age of 38. His name is Erric Otto-Fitzgerald Sanders.
Andy: When you think about it, and I try to remind myself of this, “I can’t complain” is a pretty good mantra when you consider how bad some other people have it.