Remember this? How I scheduled an appointment to get a tattoo earlier in the spring?
Well, the day arrived. As with all of my “Hard Days,” I had a strategy in place, but left lots of room for cancelling everything if what I needed to do was stay in bed.
I began my day with breakfast and a tattoo (that's not a very normal sentence, right?). The perfect girl to go with me on such a day is my sweet friend, Dani. She has many qualifications for being the perfect girl to go with me. Most importantly, she is one of my besties. She and I worked together several years ago, and then she bought a condo in the same building where Sawan and I lived. The night that Sawan died she came upstairs to be with me. She was there when the Paramedics were there, when they told me he died. She stayed with me until my dad got there that night. But, she was also perfect to go with me because she is also my most tattooed friend. So, when I scheduled this appointment I asked her to come with me. She took the day off work and we planned a day of hanging out.
She took me to an awesome breakfast place, then to the tattoo appointment. She set me up with all of the things that I would need to care for it (the right kind of soap, the right kind of moisturizer, etc.). Then we went shopping for a little retail therapy.
|He drew it in first with a marker.|
|It didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would.|
|A close up. Sawan had a tattoo of a large brown trout reaching up for a fly just like this one on his left shoulder.|
By mid-afternoon I was exhausted, as Hard Days can make me be, so I headed home to take a nap, which didn’t work, as is also typical for Hard Days.
I headed over to my parents house to hang out with my mom and dad and sister for the 5:30-midnight segment. This has been the hardest part in the last couple of years, as 5:30 is the last time that I talked to Sawan on the phone. Once I get to that point in the day, I can’t help but walk through my day as it was in 2009. This year proved to be the same.
For me, August 24 will always be the day that took Sawan away from me. Some who have lost loved ones choose to celebrate on the anniversary, but for me personally that has not felt right. I do, however want to honor him (and myself) on that day. So, I feel like getting a tattoo and taking lots of breaks to rest were exactly what I should have done this year, and I’m so thankful for all of the people who cared for me, with sweet messages, cards, flowers and spending time with me. In spite of such deep loss, I feel so incredibly overwhelmed by blessing at the same time. I’m so thankful.