This normally jinxes relationships, you realize that, right? the tattoo artist said as she sat down to tattoo my grandpa.
I’m willing to take the risk was his reply.
59 years and counting gives him a little confidence, I guess.
My grandma was in the background laughing, We made it this far, I’m not quitting now, even if I wanted to.
The first time my grandpa saw one of my tattoos, he asked if he rubbed hard enough would it come off. He has never been a fan of them.
Then one day, in October while we were out to lunch together, he told me his idea: to have my grandma’s name tattooed on his ring finger. He hadn’t worn his wedding band in years, not since my grandma’s fingers became too knobby and her rings wouldn’t fit so he gave it to her and she wears it now. A tattoo on his finger would mean he would have his wedding band on permanently.
I didn’t take him very serious. Grandpa has been known to tease on occasion (or it might be more accurate to say “Grandpas has been known to not tease on occasion). But when I saw him again at Thanksgiving, he asked why I didn’t have an appointment for him yet.
So the week after Christmas, I took my seventy-eight-year-old grandfather to the tattoo shop.
But this tells the story better than I could:
Photo and video credit: Kaitlyn Meeks Photography