“You have a beautiful tattoo”, the cashier commented as Anna was checking out, “would you mind telling me about it?”
“Okay, if you really want to hear. “ Anna answered hesitantly
“Yes, I’d like to hear”, was her reply, “I am going on a break. I’ll meet you at Starbucks if you can wait just a moment?”
Anna waited patiently just outside Starbucks. Part of her wanted to share, the other part knew it would be tough but she was willing to just be able to tell the story.
As they both pulled chairs up to the table Anna wiggled uncomfortably.
“Are you sure you want to? It’s Okay,” she hesitantly asked.
“It is a small lizard to represent my best friend Beth– it symbolizes that she’s always with me, just over my shoulder, to make me laugh and smile.” Anna paused to hold back tears threatening to spill out “it reminds me that life is short, love is deep, and loss is worth it.”
Anna looked down not wanting to make eye contact. “Yeah, she died in a motorcycle accident two years ago.” The hot tears escaped and made paths down her cheeks. It felt good to share, tough but good.
How many tattoos of the 36% of 18-26 year olds have tattoos to remember a loved one who died? I have run into quite a few. I do not know if it is just the kids I cross paths with or if this is common.