posted on Feb, 3 2008 @ 08:00 PM
reply to post by TEMELUCHUS
Yes, I loved his tatoo (and I'm not a tatoo kind of person)... it was a 'art' that kind of - it wasn't a picture, not a symbol, not a word - very
But I guess my personal beliefs lead me to see him with no flaws, no marks, no defects, nothing at all but sweet wonderful perfect Aron.
At first I didn't notice the tatoo was gone. I always saw his walk and his hugs and his face and sholders... but my mom pointed to the fact that
when she ses him she doesn't see the tatoo ... it was only after she said that that I began to relaise that I didn't see it iether. I miss it.
It try to remember it. It was unique - only he had it. Very taistful (even for a tatoo :-)
Actualy - I've always been against tatoos. I see a person with a tatoo (that isn't one of my brothers) and instantly think things like drugs, jail
time, rebellious teen years, drinking too much, fighting or self esteem issues. But after my brother died, guess what I did... yep, I went and got a
tatoo in his honor. His name and dates, a long stemmed yellow rose (What I bought for him for his funeral)... me, mom and dad and my other brother
and him - the entire family... we all have one of those roses to keep. But it's small and I can hide it. On top of my foot where even a flip flop
strap can hide it.