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I got a blue jay for my grandfather who passed away from cancer when I was 9. I never knew my father, so he was the closest I ever had to a “real dad”. I was as devastated as a 9 year old could be. The week he died, I bought him a bookmark with a poem written on it and a blue jay pinned to it. (I have no idea why I bought him a bookmark, that’s just what I wanted to get him.) At his funeral, I pinned the blue jay pin on his suit and he was buried in it. It just felt perfect to get the tattoo. Now, every time I see it or think about it, it brings back good memories of him. Rest in peace, Papa.
Delicate tats like this are wonderful.
(Source: fuckyeahtattoos)
- elaineybaby: that is...beautiful story....closet ‘father’...
Beautiful tattoo