Most likely my favorite and most meaningful tattoo was my last one. My grandpa passed away in December of 2007. I had decided on the day he passed that I was going to get a tattoo for him but it took me months to try and pick exactly what I wanted. I knew it was going to be a flower... but what kind? He had been a natural green thumb - his front and back yard was filled with orchids, roses, an apple tree, blossoms of every kind. And then it dawned on me - what did I see everytime I rang the doorbell? A bird of paradise. So I marched off to the tattoo studio again. I sang along to the oldies radio station and was told that I was an old soul. And when I saw the end result, I cried. I cried a lot.
The above picture sits with the flowers and cards and other small trinkets at my grandpa's grave. It hurt like hell.. but in a way, it was a bit of a healing process.
Do I have plans for more? Heck, I'd love a few more.... Rosie's paw print, how my parents sign their cards to me near my heart... but... we shall see what the future holds.
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