What you see above is a tattoo I got done on March24, 2013 to celebrate my dad’s 5th year anniversary when he returned Home.
When I was driving back from my mom’s house, I randomly decided to get it done to commemorate his 5th year anniversary.
It wasn’t so random though.
In 2001, I went on a spiritual retreat in high school. Each of the participants received letters from family and friends. My tattoo transposes how my dad signed off on his letter to me.
It took me 5 years to do this tribute to him, because I didn’t want to explain my dad’s story if someone saw it.
I didn’t want to explain how his doctors said his cancer was gone but the chemo made him weak and vulnerable. I didn’t want to explain how I watched my dad deteriorate in 2 weeks. I didn’t want to explain I watched a priest give him last rights.
But after 5 years, I realize I have another story to tell. It’s the story of a man who taught me how to love unconditionally. The story of a man who was imperfect but had a kind and gentle soul.
The story of my dad who was my best friend and continues to be my teacher.