04/29/2012 *Updated*

Been a rough weekend for me. Kayden’s memorial service was yesterday (hard to believe it has been a year already) and I couldn’t go because of a pointless (mandatory) supervisor’s meeting. But I did get to go to a little of the dinner afterwards (though all I had was a Mountain Dew) and spend some time with the family.

Mike did me a new tattoo, the previously mentioned one for Farley. My wife told me to get one that meant something to me, that was personal. I had her text me a picture of the ink print they took of Farley’s foot. She later tells me that it was a rather stupid idea for a tattoo and that it wasn’t "manly", that most guys would have gone with something more "badass". But I asked her what she thought before I had it inked and she didn’t say anything about it. When I got back home, she started with the anti-manly-man speech. I love her but I swear she’s the most fickle woman. After it is permanently ingrained into my skin is not the time to tell me you don’t like it. But I digress because I can feel my blood pressure rising. I’ve no regrets.

Other than that, my weekend sucked.

*Addendum*

I was going to make this a separate entry, but opted against it. Streamlining and all that.

Ink on the Soul

Pain in my arm
Reflects the pain in my soul.
Gone; never forgotten.
Those days, those anguishes.
Loss of love; loss of faith.
All still fresh wounds.
It’s not just about the physical loss,
It also reflects the state of mind.
Ink-filled scar to match the soul-scars.
If you only understood.