Tami's Jammies

When my brother, Rich, was violently murdered in the line of duty, my entire life came to a standstill. At the time, my mom had just been declared cancer-free after a fight with breast cancer that both Rich and I helped her through. This is a story of how sewing and a group of people helped me move through grief and find a level of calmness that has sustained to this day.
I took a leave of absence from my job as a high school vice principal, which ultimately turned into early retirement. My days consisted of dragging myself out of bed to get the kids to school, and then spending all day in bed until they came home. I wore only pajamas. I started to volunteer for my local C.O.P.S. chapter. That educator/nurturer piece of me started to surface again.
Over the next few years, I started sewing during the day while the kids were at school after my mom suggested I do something creative with my time and use the sewing machine she gave me. Pajamas are easy to make and I started giving them out to friends. As an added bonus, they were a cheap way to stay dressed as I slowly gained what I like to call “Grief Weight.” I just smiled and nodded as people started to equate pajama pants with me. Little did they know that not only could I not bring myself to buy larger clothes, I could not afford them and pajamas are comfortable.
My emotional trauma was shocked again when my mom died unexpectedly. Six months after her death I was making pajama pants every day just to always feel her with me. I came up with the name “Tami’s Jammies” and it just felt right.
For National Police Week 2018, a good friend made blue line sling backpacks with Rich’s badge number, 33, on them. We got tons of comments and inquiries as to where to get them. The Blue Line Bag business began.
Here I am today spending four to five hours a day sewing, enjoying the peace of it. When I get a Blue Line Bag order, I take the time to look up the officer and think about the family. I feel a great sense of pride when I send a finished bag off to a survivor.
My emotional well-being is recharged each year at the Siblings Retreat. There is something so valuable about spending time with people who know exactly what I am going through. I saw my mom start to smile again after she attended the Parent’s Retreat. There is a group of moms that truly helped her move forward in a positive direction.
I can never thank the C.O.P.S. organization enough for what it has done for me and my family. I am donating $5 for every bag sold to C.O.P.S. to help them further their mission of Rebuilding Shattered Lives. In my own small way, maybe I can help pay for other families to have the same support I have had.
To check out Tami’s Jammies, visit www.tamisjammies.com
Tami McMillan
Surviving Sibling of
Officer Rich May
EOW 1/7/2006
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