Ok, so I got to thinking about art - and tattoos - and how many people have them, the meaning behind them, etc. I didnt get one until August 29 2008 - the day before my dad passed away. We had planned it together Daddy and I - 2 weeks before he passed away (it was supposed to be just a willow tree (his and my favorite) with a little girl sitting at the base of it, and Dad's initials carved into the tree, however...it turned out a little bit differently . The banner was added in his honor and wrapped around the tree in old parchment paper scrolled. He never got to see it, but I know he would have loved it (and he see's it anyway up there in Heaven ). So - thats the story of my first, only and last tattoo ever. It sits on the inside of my ankle / leg area - and on my property I have twin weeping willows - they sit side by side. I often go there to sit on the bench that sits between them and wander down memory lane..so many wonderful thoughts of Dad and I. What's your story and tattoo of?