Several years ago, when the Bestie and I first came to NOLA together, we decided to get tattoos. At the time, we were a tad drunk and it was the middle of the night. I couldn't find a design I liked in their catalog and she wanted custom work they wouldn't do on the fly.
Fast forward, and we still wanted tattoos on this trip. Only, this time, I'd asked my dear friend to design something for me. Sadly, my friend died last year before fulfilling this promise. I went through pages and pages and pages of his art work, looking for something usable. Then, I found a piece of a larger design that had some "it came from beyond" attachments to it. But, the tattoo place we'd picked out said they could only do the design HUGE . . . like wrapped around my arm.
I was ready to forgo the tat, until I found a doodle in a letter he sent me about a year before he died. (Yeah, we still wrote old fashioned letters to each other, we're cool like that.)
Here is my new tattoo:
(Notice the really excellent shave job on my arm? Totally human like.)
Right now, it's in "recovery" but it will soon just be a part of me . . . like my friend.