A Weekend of Healing
I made it through Friday by the skin of my teeth, just to wake up Saturday morning down in the dumps again. I knew a couple hours later I would be going to start my memorial tattoo piece for my sister, but it didn’t take the pain out of the process.
I got the kids fed, dressed and on the way to my mothers house where they would stay for a couple hours, till I returned.
After I dropped them off, I went and picked up my sister son Dylan. My 15 year old man of a nephew. Talk about making me feel incredibly old. I look back at the days when he was a toddler and wonder where it all went?!
We headed to the Tattoo shop where I have gotten the majority of my work over the years and settled in to get a small daily reminder of my beautiful sister.
On Sunday our family decided we would write messages to Dawn on Balloons and release them up to heaven. A good friend of my fathers is a minister of some type and he joined us for a little prayer before we let the balloons go.
I made a video of it.