Tattoos Misunderstood Art Form


I wanted to honor the memory of my parents in a very different way. Something out of the box for me and out of my comfort zone. Something other than the same “beige” idea. These past months, I have been able to come to understand myself better.  I need much more than “beige” in my life to inspire me.

I received my first tattoo ever yesterday. The Irish four leaf clover representing, Faith-Hope-Love-Luck along with the words Mom and Dad.

Walking into the tattoo shop, I had my own preconceived ideas of the tattoo artists. I left with a very different mind-set. Tattoo artists are very talented artists. I sat there looking through the different books amazed at some of the artistry.

Most of all, I was amazed at how nice all the artists were in the shop. While walking into the shop, the first artist I noticed was a guy who had his entire face “tatted”. Now that I’ve got the lingo down. My first thought was-oh my, what did I get myself into here.

While talking with the tattoo artist (while his past was very colorful) he was bright, articulate , personable and very kind. I’m sure it’s not the first time he’s received the same type of “judgement”.

Tattoos are very misunderstood. I understand now that tattoos are a way to express emotion, which perhaps can’t be verbalized.

The entire experience taught me a very good lesson. I was able to walk out with the tattoo I wanted to honor the memory of my parents. In addition, learned a lesson on pre-judgement.

  

Last photos….memories for life




We were very lucky as a family to be able to share Christmas 2015 with my mother and our immediate family members. Little did we know it would be our last; we would have mom’s funeral 30 days later. We cherish the last family photos taken the night of Christmas Eve with my mother. 



Tribute to you Mother


Room for Two In Heaven


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On January 16th we lost our mother a short 18 months after my father. We were not expecting her to pass…as a family we were caught off guard. My mother did an admirable job of trying to continue on with her life after my dad died. Although, her heart ached for him everyday. On Monday we will say our final goodbye to our mom. Dad awaits her in heaven with loving arms. Room for two in heaven.

Merry Chistmas Dear Papa…Love You!


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59 Years of Marriage, A True Partner


59 Years of Marriage, A True Partner

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This November 9th would have been my parent’s 59th Wedding Anniversary.

Without the presence of my father, our family has awkwardly made it thru different family gatherings, holidays and anniversaries.

I am proud of my entire family of the progress we have made in each of these areas.

I was recently asked “has it gotten better for your family?” I don’t ever think it gets better, I think it’s just tolerable.
Definition

tol·er·a·ble
Adjective
Able to be endured.

Toasting You In Heaven


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Toasting you in heaven today dear sweet dad. I know you are at peace with angels by your side. Love you and miss you so.

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