I have a tattoo, just a small one, around my wrist. I got it in Matric after my grandmother passed away. It was harrowing. She had liver cancer, breast cancer and diabetes. It was terrible. She was the rock of our family. When my dad found out he went befuck. Until I told him why I got it. It has her name in it.
Now I am looking at getting two more tattoos. One of a poem by John Clare which I found in a school library book, I made a photo copy and I have kept it with me since then. And the other is a feather for my aunty who passed away a while ago. She said she found that every where she went she was followed by tiny white feathers.