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While I am very aware that some people are completely against tattoos and others straight up think it will secure you a spot in hell, in my family you are more likely to be excommunicated for NOT having ink. I have not one or two but FIVE cousins that at one time or another made a living inking up the bodies of the masses. Even my Grandma had a tattoo anklet of beautiful butterflies she didn’t receive until the 1990’s. Among my previous tattoos I already have my brother’s name “Shawn Ryan” on my left ankle. It serves me as a remembrance & reminder of his life cut short. As I slowly mend my aching heart from the loss of my Grandma I decided a tattoo was necessary. I had thought about what I might want & briefly discussed it with Tyler. In early February, one afternoon my Mom called after a phone call she shared with my Great Aunt. It seems without me asking my cousin Laurie already knew a tattoo was needed and she drew up a design. After my great A...