Tat session is scheduled for tomorrow. 8 years ago, Grin Stylez began working on me when I showed up at a shop in the village off a recommendation from a friend. He has been not only an amazing artist, but a confidant, friend, mentor. He has let me write 100's of pages sitting on benches and couches in his shops throughout the city. He's seen me at my worst. Many times. Yet always inspired me. Talked to me. Put my head on straight. This isn't a tattoo...this is a metamorphosis. Brought to me by yet another low flying Angel.
One of the toughest things to face is when you get to a concrete wall and can't climb or break through it. My dads passing nov 2016 was that wall. My bestfriend/superhero was taken way too early. Who feels it knows it and I felt it with every muscle in my body. At the darkest area in my life ever, I used an obituary to get through it. I kept them in my car, my bathroom, anywhere I go. But some places he wasn't there, and getting a tattoo where I can look down and bring him everywhere I go is what I needed. I told myself 7 years ago I wouldn't get a tattoo unless it was meaningful to me, and meeting Grin he fulfilled that dark area in my life and although it may not be bright, my tattoo shined a brighter light in my life than I could ever imagine. You meet people everyday in life but the 3 days I spent getting my tattoo with grin was more meaningful then all the condolences I have ever received. I got a tattoo for life and also a genuine friend.
I have been struggling to have children for about nine years. I moved to Texas in order to put myself through IVF and successfully became pregnant with twins. The happiest time of my life was expecting my son, Dario and my daughter, Layli.
On April 8th, while at my first medical appointment in NYC, I had a medical malpractice, causing me to go into labor. Dario and Layli were only 2 weeks shy of 6 months. April 9th, they were born and April 9th they both passed. Dario passed while in my womb and Layli passed after delivery.
I went through the toughest time in my life. I blamed God. How could you make me wait so long to only take it away so quickly. I was extremely angry. I lost everything without a chance to have anything.
My husband and my family guided me through this time and I got the help needed in order to get back into a livable mind frame. There isn't a day that I don't think of them. That I don't wonder how they would look and act. How my life would have been so different with them in it.
A wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. There is no word for a parent who loses a child. That’s how awful the loss is.
Special thank you to Grin Stylez, who turn my dream into a reality.