After twenty-eight years together, my wife passed away yesterday. I feel like I am living in the head of Legion, but without the godlike powers. But I had a really good blubbering cry this morning and it helped. A friend welcomed me to the world’s shittiest club. It’s certainly one of the shittiest. He lost his wife 13 years ago. Time heals, but the scars are still there.
I had never wanted a tattoo, but this morning I find myself wanting to get one. I actually asked for local advice on tattoo parlors and found a great one, but they are booked a year out. I am going on a road trip next week to visit family and my brother and his girlfriend are taking me to their tattoo artist. Should be interesting.
I am trying to write but my brain is still pickled in a fog. There will be more regular posts after this one as I prepare to publish my first book. More to follow on that. In the meantime enjoy a video from one of my favorite bands and the inspiration for my tattoo: