Had lunch with my brother to catch up. I recommended pizza by the slice as a hat tip to his days of being a New Yorker. (Plus also, I have regular cravings for Trophy Pizza.)
During lunch I asked about the tattoo on his arm. He’s had it awhile and I didn’t remember the story or he never shared it, either way I’m writing it down now! It’s the same design and location as his dear friend Suz — a reminder of her and the message “To live and die without regret” written in Tibetan script.
I’m proud of him for living up to those words with his entire being and heart.
❤️🍕
We didn’t leave any crumbs or crusts that afternoon.
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