Remembrance: Tattoo #2

On February 8, 2019, without telling anyone except my sister, I got myself a memorial tattoo. I originally wrote about it a year later on my personal Facebook page.

No one knew it, but Jim had designed one for himself. It was going to be a compass rose. He had shown me the design. Since I already had a tattoo my sister and I had designed to honor our parents, I decided to get for myself the one Jim wanted but hadn't had time to get.

At the time I had not yet found his design and wasn't sure I ever would, so I based mine on the pendant he had just given me for Christmas. The "breathe in, breathe out, move on" necklace he had given me came with a compass rose pendant as well. He didn't like the one it came with, so he replaced it with one from his collection before he gave it to me. (Of course he had a collection!)

I eventually found his design, buried on his workbench in the basement. Until I saw it again, I hadn't remembered the fleur-di-lis and star.

I never thought I'd grow up to be a 60-year-old woman with tattoos, but mine are permanent reminders of permanent feelings and I have no regrets.