Yesterday I got a tattoo. Not just any tattoo, but angel wings with Eddie’s ashes in them. Before he died I didn’t even know that was a thing. Leave it to something like this, for teaching me so much that I never even knew. At first, things didn’t seem to fall into place… thanks covid. The original date of the tattoo was our anniversary, but it had to be rescheduled. I’m sure it’s a huge shocker that I’m not patient. Not even a little. However, sometimes there’s a reason things don’t happen right when, or how we want them to. The tattoo ended up being rescheduled for the 17th at 12:00. Definitely a sign. It was the one month mark on the 17th and 12 has always been my number. For so many crazy reasons throughout the years it became our number too. After numerous tries with the stencil and getting it just right (I’m a perfectionist too- shocker, I know), the 5th placement and sketch was perfect. As soon as those words were coming out of my mouth, a fire truck pulled up across the street. It was a sign. Eddie agreed. He’s always there giving his opinion, whether I want it or not. I always wanted his opinion whether I listened to it or not. The wings hold a special meaning, not only because of his ashes, but because in the last text that I have from him he promised to “always be there, with you, to protect you”. I know that he is and always will be.