Bon Anniversaire

Today would have been my papa's sixty sixth birthday!  It's weird, he'd be nearly seventy!  Dayumn, that's old!  He always looked fresh to death though, handsome bastard.  Shortly after he died I went & got a tattoo for him...

It's an attachment to a large set of flowers I already had trailing down my arm.  I told him I was going to get it before he died, kinda weird he'll never see it.  I don't think it's death itself that's sad, it's more the missing of them.  Not being able to tell them anything or show them something or even hug them ever again.  What's worse is that all we have left are the memories & we'll never be able to make new ones with them.

But at least he is free from his ailing body...

...& that's probably for the best.