Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Inspiration-Maker, Daughter, Human Resources Professional.



 
I'm a 30-year-old professional woman working in health care human resources who got my first tattoo when I was around the age of 23.  Using white ink, the tattoo artist scribed the word "inspire" in small letters on the inside of my wrist.  Though it is not noticeble usually to anyone but me, it is a brand of sorts that reminds me each day to inspire the people around me as I go about my day to day activities. 
 
On Dec. 31, 2011, my incredible 60-years-"young" father passed away after a 14-month battle with pancreatic cancer. Cancer ravaged his body, but never seemed to crush his spirit... even on his sickest days. He and my mother had an epic love story and in testament to that, he passed away at the exact time on the exact date that they had married 29 years before. Days after they first met in the early 1980's, my suave daddy sent my beautiful mom flowers with a card saying he would love to get to know her... with his very beautiful signature on the back. 

This year, on what would have been his 61st birthday, my mom and I got tattoos of this exact signature to honor his life and the impact his love had on our family and friends.
 
I have tattoos.

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