Today would have been my daughters 29th birthday but sadly she is forever 25 and not here to celebrate. I was thinking of getting a tattoo in her memory and I went into her closet looking through papers searching for a signature of hers that I could get tattooed on my arm and as I went through the box of her things, mementos, jewelry, make up, the tears started to roll. I don't know why I save her hair accessories and make up but I just can't seem to let anything else go, I have given away a lot of things but I still have half of her clothes, her stereo with all the stickers on it and the box of stuff I mentioned before, it is all in her closet. I have redone the rest of the room over for my grandson who is 4 and sometimes stays overnight but the closet is still hers. I still feel so lost without her even 3 years, 5 months and a day later. I didn't find anything tattoo worthy in there, only stabbing pain that I will never see her again and it breaks my heart. I am still thinking of getting a tattoo in her memory but I will take her writing from an old mothers day card she gave me that was signed "I love you mama, heart Stephanie" and I want to get it on my forearm so that I will see it and remember how much she loved me. Birthdays are so hard, remembering this day 29 years ago, the birth of my beautiful girl and all the hopes and dreams for the future. Life is nothing like I thought it would be, both of my children have struggled with alcoholism, it killed my daughter who died of alcohol poisoning and my son still struggles to this day although he will say he doesn't have a problem. My marriage is a work in progress these days and I don't know if it will survive the long haul. I just go through the motions of life now and feel lost most days!