Have you ever done something you swore you’d never do?
Last Sunday, I did. This.
Yep, that’s #13 on my WTHN List. And, it ain’t temporary.
Why, why, why? Why would I do that? Especially because my whole life my Grandfather drilled in to me, ‘Do Not Get A Tattoo.’
Ever since my father passed away, the idea of getting a tattoo ‘for him’ has been sitting right behind my voice of reason. I just couldn’t get the thought of a permanent reminder (not that he needed one), out of my head. I tried adding a little ‘A’ to my Links of London bracelet, but it just didn’t do the trick.
Originally, I thought I’d get a little tiny heart with an A inside it right over my heart. Because, that’s where my Daddy lives. Forever. But, then, as I racked my brain for a way to honour a man who was as unique and special as my Dad, an idea came to me.
I called my Step-mother and asked her to take a picture of this painting, which still hangs in my Dad’s house.
The lotus flower: The Lotus flower is symbolic of rebirth, but in addition to its religious meaning, the lotus is also a symbol of all that is true, good and beautiful, representing good fortune, peace and enlightenment.
My father was a major collector of black & white photography and other artworks. He had an incredible eye for both the beautiful and the interesting. He never bought a piece because of it’s dollar worth (current or potential). He chose with his eyes and his heart. This particular painting never increased in value. For some reason, the artist never caught on. But, it had a prominent spot in my Dad’s home. because it’s true value was in the eyes of the beholder.
His hospital bed was placed right next to it, and as he faded away from this world to the next, those water lilies were his window.