A Tattoo for Granny
I’d always wanted a tattoo, but when I was a young woman, you just didn’t do that!
Tattoos were frowned upon at that time, and only rough men got them. They were unheard of for women. I always thought they were fascinating, and some of them were quite beautiful.
Tattooing and its artwork has come a long way in the last few years. I didn’t want anything big, but I always thought I’d like to have a small one.
I just never really saw anything I’d consider wearing on my body the rest of my days.
In 2010 I lost my only sister, and the last of my original family, since our brothers were already gone. I did a lot of grieving and mourning, because my sister and I were extremely close.
She helped to raise me when my mother worked, and she was a wonderful person.
As I mourned, I wanted some way to keep her close to me. I came up with nothing, until one day the idea of a tattoo occurred to me. But I didn’t want to have just her name tattooed, I wanted something more, a kind of memorial in ink.
Then the idea struck me: She was known as our hometown’s “ladybug lady” because of her extensive collection of ladybug themed items. That was my cue, and in my mind’s eye I could see the finished tattoo. At 72 years old, I had it done.
This is the story of that event, complete with photos.
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