QUOTE(Aussie @ Mar 1 2008, 02:06 AM)

LOL, I ask too many questions sometimes. Some instructions tell you what not to do but they don't tell you why. I am a "why?" kind of person. I often drive people nuts with the word "why?"
Yup, me too. I actually need to know why in order for things to make sense to me, and sometimes even for me to bother following directions. LOL
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It should be ok. How it looks now is how it will look when it is healed. The scab should start coming away approx on day 10. Mine started coming off in pieces, not all at once and was completely gone after 12 days. Yours is mostly fine lines which heal easier.
Good to know! Thanks.
QUOTE(scubasteve @ Mar 1 2008, 02:53 AM)

That is wonderful, Phyllis! I am glad you did this! Very happy for you!
Thanks, Steve. You next.

QUOTE(Miranda Fox @ Mar 1 2008, 12:27 PM)

That is beautiful, Phyllis! A great way to remember Heath.
I've had an idea forming for some kind of one for myself but I'm kind of worried about getting an infection and the reaction of my family. But I'm feeling more encouraged seeing the tats you guys have had done.

Thanks, Miranda. I wasn't worried about infection because I found the tattoo parlour ahead of time, and it was one with a very good reputation. Kinda hip, but like a nice salon, instead of a hole in the wall.
As for family . . . well, my family is fundamentalist Christian; we're in the Bible belt, and my father is a minister . . .

If I can get away with it . . .
(Of course, good ol' Dad hasn't actually noticed, yet.

)
QUOTE(Winter @ Mar 1 2008, 01:49 PM)

Phyllis, sorry it took me so long to comment after your response to my post, I was Disneyland yesterday. BTW - At Disneyland I kept thinking of him and his family visiting there last summer and the memories of the happy times they must have had there together.
I hope you had a really nice time. Here's something for you to commemorate:
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Anyway, I love that you used his signature. It's perfect, looks beautiful and is so special. It was definitely the right choice. Like you, I would have placed his name so I could read it too. It is cool.
Thanks so much. Yes, the signature is very special to me. I'm very pleased that it turned out exactly as it was written by Heath himself. I think the siggy might just mean more to me thatn the lariat.
QUOTE(BrooklynBabe @ Mar 1 2008, 05:24 PM)

Phyllis!!!!
You've made me proud! I have always told my kids NOT to get tatooed. Well they did. And I"ve had to just stop saying anything about them. Since Heath died...I've been thinking of getting a dragonfly on my ankle. ONe like his on his arm...but flying upward. I have dragonflys all over the place...I will also have initials placed in the wings. A C on one and H L on the other. My son's Austin and Cameron and Heath will be represented!
I hope to have the guy in Brooklyn who did Heath's tatts do mine. We'll see....and of course...he's probably very expensive, especially now.
Do it; Do it!!
I love your idea. (One of our mods also decided on a version of a dragonfly after Heath's passing, modified to fit her own style and own meaning.) Actually, I have several dragonfly patterns that I can send you. They have four wings, like Heath's. So you could put an initial on each wing. I love the idea of initials. That's awesome. And no one else would know who they're for.
I never liked tattoos at all until Heath's. I had a pre-conceived image of inked people.
When I first became a fan of his, and saw he was inked, I will admit I cringed. I thought . . . "Oh boy, this is not the "type" of man I usually go for." ROFL . . . Turns out, he was exactly the kind of man I had been looking for all my life.
(I also thought, "And he's sooo young!" Well the chronological age wasn't a factor for very long. Instead of a 20'something guy, he was just Heath. A man. But I digress . . .

Doncha hate people who say that?

)
I began to see him openly expressing parts of himself that had been parts of me, as well. Parts that I had pushed down deep inside me and surpressed for years because of anxiety, fear of humiliation and looking like a fool, lack of self confidence in my ability to compete with people better than me, and a restlessness to "get on with life and make a living". Yet here this man was openly expressing the same parts of myself that I had almost forgotten how to access.
Heath took those interests and qualities and lived them out loud. He expressed interest in things (the same music, art, photography, hobbies, such as painting and chess) that made me yell, "ME TOO!!! I'VE ALWAYS..."
I had never even learned to "fly", yet He flew completely free every day.
Long before I paid Heath much notice, I had been miserable in a 8 to 5 corporate existance, devoid of creativity, waiting for the time when I said I'd go back and do the things I wanted to do. I had tried to fool myself into taking that safe route . . . that guaranteed income because I knew I was good and capable in a corporate environment. It's easy. I knew I could make a living and survive doing that. Turns out, I could make a living . . . but not survive.
I had already begun to realize that I could not be happy in that life. It wasn't me. It never was. What I was faced with at that point was HOW . . . how do I get the confidence to make a break? To take the leap? How do I start?
Heath made me began to dig deep in to my soul and pull out those things that I had hidden, that I had always wanted to pursue and forced me to face them. He was motivation and inspiration. He was courageous and strong and fearless. I knew that he had fear; I knew he had insecurities, but he always took that leap if he wanted something. He was a guidance to me.
When he expressed his feelings about his tattoos, (LOL I loved how he prounounced it "ta-dooos", with a short
ta and a longer
dooo. LOL) I began to realize how beautiful they were. They were not the sign of 18 year old recklessness, or trying to be cool, or trying to thumb his nose at a "straight-laced" society. They were sacred. Meaningful. Self-designed specifically to express a part of his soul. And that's when I began to understand more . . .
I still don't like them all. Actually, I don't like most of them. But these small tribal ones . . . his meaningful ones . . . the sacredness . . . I like them.
I feel different now. I can't describe how. . . . The process was cathartic. The image of Heath's tattoo and signature with me always, giving me some of the same strength that Heath sent when he was here. It can't replace him, but nothing ever will. It can just patch the hole a little bit.
I do wonder what Heath would think, though. If he knew all this. Of the strength he gave people. The inspiration. People commemorating him with ink . . . (LOL)
Wow, this is long. . .

You'll fall asleep reading it.