Today was the 13th anniversary of my grandmother’s passing. To honor her memory, I tried recreating the tattoos she had using my eyeliner since I can’t get real ones😔🙏. I don’t remember the exact details of her tattoos, but I do recall one she had on her hand. She told me it was a deer with long legs,She loved dearly because she had one as a child. She must have loved it so much that she decided to tattoo it on her hand. The tattoo on my chin symbolized a wheat stalk(since ppl in that time used to revere wheat). I loved her more than I love my own parents. She was the dearest person to me and still is, even though she left me when I was only 9 years old. Although I’ve forgotten most of my childhood memories, I’ve never forgotten the ones I shared with her. I don’t really know why I’m sharing this here, but maybe it’s because I want more people to know how much i really love her. And maybe because if she were still alive, she would have been the only one person I’d feel safe enough to tell that I’m a lesbian. I’m certain she would still love me and never judge me.🥹🫶