My father passed away on April 17th, 2007 right after my 13th birthday due to a 3 year long battle with colon and liver cancer. From the day I was born he took to calling me Lily instead of Eliza, I never quite knew why and I doubt I ever will. This is always the hardest time of year because his birthday and fathers day are usually one in the same.
I decided a couple months before he passed that I was going to get a lily tattoo in memory of him. After waiting almost 6 years I finally have my memorial. I love you Daddy and I miss you.
By Bob Dunn at Tattoo Art in Tupelo, Mississippi