The Not Hateful Eight
Eight years ago today, I awoke to the harrowing reality of widowhood. It’s taken many sloppy-sad moments, joyous days and splitting of differences to reach this part in the movie. The part where I could spend Alberto’s deathiversary in a state other than anxiety. Where I could spend it peacefully and permanently memorializing him on my body via a bird in flight. As an ad man, he understood the power of branding. Through this tattoo, I’m acknowledging how much I learned from his life and his death. I’m thanking him for bringing me to NYC and changing my life. Twice. Because of him, I’ve figured out my authentic self…and found someone who takes me exactly as I am. Couldn’t have found my wings without him, so today I gave him a set of his own.
