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Leaving an imprint…

I’m joining the #30DayBloggingChallenge that Mandy Hale has set inspired by her new book #YouAreEnough! Day one begins with talking about tattoos and their meaning (and meaningfulness).  I have one tattoo. I swore I would never get one, mostly because I couldn’t figure out what I would want on my body for the rest of my life. But that was easy after my grandma passed away in 2009.

My grandmother loved owls. I remember, growing up, we’d go to her house and they would be everywhere. As an adult, I wish I would have learned more about the reason why she loved them so much.

She was my best friend. I adored her.

She passed away in 2009. Even though she was 89, it was too soon. Too soon for my heart. I struggled with grief for a while. Actually, I’m not sure that’s ever anything you get over – you just learn to deal with that life. To this day, there are still tears that come up when I talk about her.

A few months after she passed away, I had the idea to get a tattoo. I went over to my friend’s house and said, “I think I want to get a tatt….”, I couldn’t even finish before he said, “Let’s go!” and was pushing me out the door! He was not going to let me back out.

I knew I wanted to get an owl, to represent her. I wanted it to be lifelike (not a cartoon owl) and small. But when I came back from withdrawing the cash from the ATM, he hands me this 10-ish inch transparency sheet and says, “What do you think?”

“THIS IS HUGE!!” is what I thought.

I looked at my friend and said, “Ahh..what the hell!” (my apologies if that word offends you).

And the rest…is history.

My grandma left an imprint on my heart and now she’s imprinted on my body for forever.

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