Credit: Alex Hockett
For every day he spent with her, he got a tattoo done.
When she died, he’d gaze at his ink filled arms, hoping to get some satisfaction in the physical fullness of the words and images ingrained on his skin.
But no matter how hard he tried, he knew that every inch of his skin was replete with a testimony of their short time together.
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Very Sad S. But at least, he has those memories. On a more morbid note, this reminds me I was reading in death, the ink fades from a person’s body into their skin. So I think it would appear you didn’t have tattoos anymore. I read it somewhere lol.
That’s interesting! ☺ … Yes, memories are all we’re left with in the end..
Well, unless they have their tattoos preserved. Yes, that’s a thing. There’s a company now that will harvest tattoos off of a deceased person and preserve and frame them. As an inked person myself I plan to have this done to my tattoos so that a part of me will always be with those closest to me.
Bittersweet thoughts will he have.
Very true. Thanks for reading! ☺
when you know a loved one is dying you want to preserve every single day you spend with them and you have captured this so eloquently….i salute your tribute to this beautiful love story that will live on.
Gosh, thank you so much for your kind words! ☺ A very bittersweet time for those in this situation. Thanks again for your comment! ☺
Sweet and sour at the same time.
Thanks for reading! 🙂
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Ohh…what a sad twist to the photo. The time you spend with loved ones, never feel enough unfortunately… 😦
That’s very true…especially when you lose them, that spent time seems even less.
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Such a bittersweet tale. Beautifully written!
Thank you so much! ☺