I had an interesting tattooing experience Friday. I guess all my tattooing experiences are interesting, but this one stands out.
A new customer came into the studio to get a tattoo. His first. He picked a small tattoo for his wrist.
During the tattoo, I asked the meaning behind his first tattoo. This is not something I usually ask, but for some reason I felt compelled to. I don’t know why. It just happened.
He said he and “his partner” had planned on getting matching tattoos. They had been together six years. But last year his partner was killed in an automobile accident. So the tattoo was intended as a memorial to him.
We had a lengthy, great conversation after that.
I really can’t begin imagine how I’d be if something happened to the Husbear. We’ve talked about it on multiple occasions. We have all the legal paperwork done for different scenarios. But I still can’t imagine what life would be like without him.
Until next time...