Yesterday marked the end of a very trying year for me…

September 3rd made it a year since I lost one of my best friends.

After the way things went down before his birthday I was a little concerned.  Mostly for my own well being, never mind anyone elses…  Except for his mom, because God knows I couldn\’t bear to deal with what she went through.
And no, I could care less how selfish that sounds.  Because it IS selfish but sometimes you just need to be.  Right?
I think so.

I\’ve had a lot of insanity in my life as of late.  Things have been pretty damn good for the most part.  Except for one thing really.

I miss him…

I miss Jason too, sadly however no amount of missing him of loving him as much as I do can bring him back right?

So I did what any friend would do in times of grief.

I honed in on my sisters tattoo appointment.

Ah yes the family has landed from Ontario and as much as I do love them, it\’s been a tad trying at best.  My sister wanted the ultimate souvenir that she could keep forever and ever.  So I gave her Gil\’s phone number and told her to make an appointment, which she did for September 3rd 2010.  Jason\’s one year anniversary.  So I told her that I was coming with, because I decided at the last minute that I needed to get tattooed that day.

So I did.

I\’m not going to get into the details of it just now, because well it\’s not even a full 24 hours old yet and I don\’t have a decent picture of them all.  Yes ALL as in more then one.

I got five.

Because sometimes one, just isn\’t enough.  They\’re not very large, cater to Jason and I\’s nerdy side but the significance of each one has more impact then a fleet of mac trucks.  4 of them are symbolic of certain things and one, the one I favor the most out of them all represents a turning point in my life.

I learned how to live again.

And you know what?

It feels pretty damn good!

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