This is my one and only tattoo.

I got this in October of 2008 right after my birthday. I distinctly remember my parents taking me out for my birthday dinner and telling me not to go and do anything stupid now that I was 18… less than a month later I had permanent evidence of my “stupid” actions. I love my tattoo though. I always said that if and when I got a tattoo it had to be someplace I could hide it (my foot) and it had to have significance to me. I didn’t want any of that peace, love, hearts and flowers business. I wanted something that had sentimental value to me. Hence, Grandpa B.

I got my tattoo in remembrance of my Grandpa – I think that’s painfully obvious (pun intended). He died in December of 2007 and it was the first time I dealt with a death that really hit close to home and changed me as a person, better yet made me want to change who I was. Change for the better, and that’s what I’ve been striving for every day since then. Taking it one day at a time, putting one foot in front of the other. My grandpa may not be here to watch my journey but he’s got a front row seat watching my stumbles and sprints. Love always <3