Making the album I planned on making you with photos and memorabilia from your tours.
Eventually sifting through all of the memorial letters I received and putting them in a hard bound book for Audrey and I to read together one day.
Growing my hair indefinitely.
Buying a bunch of black to wear for a while- it feels right to me, but my only concern is if I ever go back to colors- everyone will think I’m “healed.”
Getting a tattoo to remember you – I know, I forbid you to get one but I can do whatever I want now.
Brushing my teeth with your toothbrush.
Putting a rubber band around and washing the lock of your hair I asked the funeral director for- it smells like embalming fluid and makes me sick.