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Two weeks til Christmas 🎄🎅 The thought of preparing everything and wrap all the gifts is overwhelming me. I haven't even finish my holiday shopping yet! 🛒🛍️ . What about you guys? Are you guys ready for the holidays? 📷: @bellevielmp #xmas2019
(SOMETIMES) . "Maddie we should get matching tattoos" Rachel said "Mmm no thank you" I responded. Tattoos weren't my thing . "We could get yin and yang. One side on each of us—because we are entirely opposites, yet together we are so well-matched, so necessary. Together we are beautifully full" . "How about you get yang and I get nothing? That would truly be opposites" I cleverly retorted. . A month later, she did just that. . At the time I could not comprehend how someone could get something so irreversible etched into their skin. But she was, and always has been, so much wiser than me. She had already been through true permanence. Irreversible ink paled in comparison to the horrors she had seen.⠀ . As a result, her body—tattoos, piercings, wildly dyed hair—was a piece of art. A physical representation of the story she was heroically crafting—the one she was getting ready to tell. . After Rachel's death I desperately rifled through every inch of her belongings. Her purse. Closet. Phone. Photos. Phone calls. Messages. Calendars. Each and every page of her books and journals. Again. And again. And again. . I was searching for something, anything . A sign we had missed A place to put our blame An indication she had thought of me Of our family. Her friends. Reaching out . And there I found it in her email—not what I was searching for. Instead, a tattoo appointment she made a couple of weeks prior. One her death would prevent her from making it to. ⠀ . Her plan? . The word sometimes On her wrist . It was part of a song title by her beloved, favourite band, The 1975: "I Always Wanna Die (Sometimes)" . My already aching heart instantly dropped, barreling deep into the pit of my stomach. Not because she was thinking of death. But because the word she was focusing on was a word of hope. . Sometimes . Not always Not forever . She knew it She believed it . But in that one last moment She forgot it . This tattoo was supposed to be the declaration of her