Nearly one year on from the almost tragic morning last December. Life has changed a lot - but the memory especially for us who survive to live another day, has forever made a knick in the mind. The memory resides in my soul as a dark scar, a door i closed. But do feel i must celebrate my life return from that end point. Found this: tattoo image de red, rose, and knife - feel i should lovingly get my skin marked with the past. A beautiful reminder to myself of how far i have come. X.
I like the idea of the back tattoo in red ink but on the forearms to cover/emphasize suicide scars. (Like blood but more artistic.) What if Jack got something like that? Either he did it himself or he had a friend do it?