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Tattoo's- I have 8 of them. Yes 8. Only one can be seen at all times and the rest are only visible if I'm wearing a swimsuit. Some I regret getting, other's I don't. But my favorite one is the one that is visible and I wanted to share the story behind it
Daniel Anthony was born in 1983 at 28 weeks weighing in around 2-3 pounds. He was born with some heart complications and at one month of age underwent open heart surgery. Shortly after the surgery he slipped into a coma. At 3 months of age while being held by his mom, he opened up his eyes for the first and last time. This is my older brother.
I always knew about my brother. I'm not really sure when my parents told me about him but I remember every night as a child talking to him after saying my prayers. I also have a younger brother and I envisioned my older brother and I ganging up on him. I was def a naive little girl because if my older brother would have been alive, I would have been the one being picked on. The one pic my parent's have of him remains on our fridge to this day. It was taken shortly after he was born. He is covered in cords from the various machines and wearing a diaper that is too big for him. To this day my parent's get choked up talking about him.
My brother Michael and I always talked about what we could do to commemorate him. A few years ago we decided to get tattoo's in his memory. I already had 7 tattoo's but decided to get one that finally meant something. I have always loved crosses and decided a rosary tattoo would be perfect. So off my brother and I went. He got this tattoo
My brother's initials are in the middle of the tattoo and underneath it is a saying in Latin that translates into Only God Can Judge Me
And my tattoo looks like this. I thought I had a pic of only the tattoo but I don't so this is the best one I could find
Not only is this tattoo important to me because it represents my older brother who I never got a chance to know, but it represents my bond with my younger brother. I don't really share the story of my tattoo. Most people just assume I'm Catholic when they see it. NO one really asks and I don't offer. But I wanted to share this story today. I also decided that my first son would be named after my brother. The hubs and I compromised and although we are not expecting yet we know our son's name will be without a doubt Ethan Daniel.