Family of balloons
A few years ago, while in Australia, I got a tattoo of a cluster of balloons. One for my dad, one for my mom, one for my sister. My family. My home. My heart.
When my mom died I really felt that I needed a tattoo. For memory, for pain, for grief, for fear. for love.
So I got my mom's handwriting attached to my family of balloons, saying what she always said, what she always wrote to us, what she always made sure we knew.
When my mom died I really felt that I needed a tattoo. For memory, for pain, for grief, for fear. for love.
So I got my mom's handwriting attached to my family of balloons, saying what she always said, what she always wrote to us, what she always made sure we knew.
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| This is right after the tape was taken off. It's less painful than it looks. |
I don't want to forget her. I don't want anyone to forget her. Her absence is palpable.
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I'm so sorry you lost your mom.
It never stops hurting. But we learn to live. Or at least, that's what I keep hoping. I'm barely a month past my mom's death.
That does give me a great idea to go look through the cards she's given me.