When I was younger, I didn’t think I’d really care for a tattoo. Ya,
they were kind of cool, but I wasn’t really sure if I really wanted one.
My grandpa hated them though. He made me promise him that I would never
get one. I loved my grandpa, so I made the promise. My grandparents
also loved my sister and me very much. They bought us anything and
everything. My grandpa was at every single softball practice, and he
also came to every game along with my grandma. They supported us in any
way they could. Sadly, they both passed away a couple years ago due to
two different sicknesses. They were high school lovers and were happily
married for 52 years. I miss them so much and wish they were here to see
me graduate, get married, have children, and live my life. They were
such nice and generous people. We called my grandpa Luckie because he
said he was the luckiest grandpa when my sister and I were born. He
loved telling everyone jokes; he even wrote them done on a piece of
paper so he could tell them to people throughout the week. When we told
the ladies at the pharmacy that he had passed and would no longer be
coming for his prescription, they were heartbroken and cried. One day I
went to the bank and the teller recognized my last name. She had
remembered the last name belonging to Marge Etterman, my grandmother.
She worked with her at a different company many years ago. It blew my
mind how she remembered her. It just showed how much of a great woman
she was. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever be like that. Will people be
able to remember me in ten years by just seeing my last name on a sheet
of paper? I looked up to my grandparents which makes me want to get a
tattoo dedicated to them. I would get a four leaf clover, resembling my
grandpa Luckie, with a red hat on it, resembling my grandma since she
was in the red hat society. I know I promised my grandpa I wouldn’t get
one, but I want a tattoo that resembles them so they will always be with
me. I don’t know where I would get it though. My sister and I want to
get it done together. We were their first grand children and they were
the only grandparents we really had. I want to be just like them to my
grandchildren; I want to be someone who people will always remember.
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