There are so many reasons to get a tattoo. Everyone has memories or those who touched their hearts in some way or another.
I don’t write often, usually once a month, so to help my hopeful readers get to know me better I wanted to share a personal reason for why I received my first tattoo.
It was almost five years ago when I got my first tattoo. It was in memory of my friend Frankie, who died when he was only eight years old. I was nine at the time of his death and I considered him my best friend.
I was eighteen, just graduated high school, and was getting ready for college. All these things I thought would be done with my best friend, Frankie, but no.
I was visiting my sister around the time of his death, June 2nd, and there were times when my sister had to leave me alone in her apartment that day and I got to thinking about him and how I feared I would forget him though I knew I never could. That’s when I began to think about the idea of getting a tattoo to honor him.
My sister jokingly suggested getting a tattoo and was surprised when I responded that I was thinking about it. I thought about it for at least a whole day before I committed to it and decided to go get it.
The design had to be an American flag because Frankie was born on June 14th, Flag Day, but other than that I was not sure how else it should look, other than I wanted it to include his date of birth and date of death. My tattoo artist listened to what I had in mind and offered me suggestions. We went back and forth on what he thought may look cool and what I felt was right and we came to a conclusion and I got the tattoo.
I always get a tattoo after mulling over it for a long time. This first one, mulled over for a few days but have never regretted it and never will!
Every morning when I wake, I see the tattoo and am reminded of Frankie and it empowers me to keep moving and keep going, because you never know when it’s going to be all over.
This happening made me come up with the saying “Let the things that hurt you fuel you to become stronger in the end.” I wear this saying on a dog-tag around my neck each and everyday and attempt to live by it each and everyday.