This year marked 6 years since I lost my great-grandmother on March 21st, 2006. Ten short days later, I lost my uncle on March 31st, 2006. I was only 12 years old. I don’t think my family will ever be the same. I don’t know if I will ever be the same.
I was only 12 years old when this happened, but I knew from that moment on that I wanted my great grandmother as well as my uncle to always be a part of me. This is the dove from my great grandmother eulogy. The day I turned 18, I made it a permanent part of me.
I only hope that one day I will be half the women my great grandmother was, and half the person my uncle was. And, having this tattoo will be a constant reminder to push harder, and to never give up.