Day 2:
Planning the tattoo

    I had always wanted my Nana to help me give myself a tattoo. When I first asked her she was hesitant about it because she didn’t want to hurt me. Ultimately, we never got the chance, but I always knew she would’ve at least tried.

    I finally feel ready to plan a tattoo for her, my sister helping me in my Grandma’s place. 

I can’t remember the last time she called me Laramie Rae (my middle name) of Sunshine or told me to sleep with the angels, but I think about it a lot.

Inspired by my cousin who initiated this honorary process of turning her nightly farewell into a lasting memory of her.

Sleep with the angels, Nana.