My Mom, the jet-setter, also decided to get a tattoo in remembrance of my Dad.
After taking her on a long and varied search through tattoo parlours in the strangest of places, she finally met a tattoo artist who understood what she wanted, and why she wanted it.
The oldest client the delightful tattoo artist Ting of SA Tattoos in The Zone has ever had, Mom and Ting got on like two peas in a pod. I didn't think I was ever going to get Mom to leave the shop. Everyone in the shop wanted to chat to her, including a young man who was having a beautiful dragon tattoo drawn over his chest in honour of his own Mom, who had been on crutches her whole life and still managed to bring him up.
Mom's tattoo is of a Dove holding a laurel branch with 9 leaves. The Dove (bird of peace) symbolises my Dad, always the peacemaker of the family. The laurel branch symbolises victory, in this case, my Dad's victory over death, and each of the 9 leaves on the branch represent we who are left behind: my Mom, my sister and her family, Beric and I.
My Mom drew the line at including a laurel leaf for each of my cats over the years! Grandkits, she said, didn't make the cut. Despite this disappointment, I was so inspired I decided to get my own tattoos.