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!