Maybe there is more than meets the eye

TATTOOS are one of the only things you take to the grave. Having tattoos does not make someone a delinquent its art. Art is about self expression and creativity. Some people hang their art some people where it.

I have seven tattoos and yet I am not particularly fond of tattoos mainly the ones that have no meaning. The tramp stamp, the butterfly, the Disney character etc.
My tattoos are my version of a family tree I love rosebushes so I have a rose vine coming from the back of my heart that turns in to two vines with a rose including Nancy on a peddle from there it turns to three vines from my chest with each of my children’s names on a rose bud and then a fallen peddle for the child we lost. All of them wrap me or lye close to my heart or break out from the inside, thus my tattoos mean something to me no other they are not about some one else’s approval but a reminder of what is important to me.

At about sixteen Hank started talking about tattoos I told him when he was eighteen and he had to think it through. I was hoping the phase would pass but it did not and right about his nineteenth birthday he jumped in the pool of ink with both feet. I was less than excited about it. He chose Pressley in the form of a Palindrome and not a small one either but one from his arm pit to his waist.

Do I wish he would have stayed un-inked, yes but he went with his family name in a very grand gesture and I do respect and appreciate that. Like father like son I guess.

Legacy

With age and abuse a heart will stop beating a lesson learned the hard way in your case. But there is a heart beat in a different form the one left behind in a little man that will never really know his father as he was only three when you died.

Troy you and your brother both possessed a special gift you each had hearts of gold that knew no stranger and everyone was your friend.

I spent a little time with your son tonight he is going to be big like his dad and grand father he has the same eyes and physical traits that you possessed but most important he wears the same heart on his sleeve.

He brought flowers to Nancy tonight because at seven years old he already understands the same things you knew. He told his mother before coming over that he wanted to get his friend Nancy flowers because girls should get flowers. He hugs and thanks everyone and only wants to visit with his friends.

T only you would think to make a heart a genetic mental attribute what a great legacy. With a heart like that he is going to be awesome.

Feed Me!

I spend most of my life with a smile on my face and a problem not bothering me; but the key comment is most of my life. Occasionally due to my hyper activity I forget to eat and when I become hungry every one pays for my over site. Anyone who has spent much time with me knows two things don’t let me get hungry and don’t mention it to me when I do. Making the simple comment “did you eat?” or “you need to eat” is like saying something about it being that time of the month to a woman. She knows it is you know it is but now she has to kill you for daring to mention the obvious.

I worked a sales desk for years and from time to time I would become hungry due to being to busy to get away for a bite and after several sales people having their heads snapped off they figured out it was easier to slip off and buy Mark a sandwich and lay it on his desk and then get the hell out of the way, other then just say something to him.

After twenty-five years of marriage Nancy knows this well but on occasion she slips, last night I had been working on the house for about ten hours and she asked me for the third time about dinner? I am sure she witnessed my eyes roll back in my skull, my head spin and green pea soup start to come forth. Her reaction was classic no words just shut the door and keep moving.

At those moments I would like to apologize for my actions and my words but the only thing that seems to happen is the transformation of the scene from the Exorcist. I love you all just keep me fed and we will all live to tell about it, SORRY.