Let’s kick off the storytelling with this very touching post from @viks_pops
- see her original post for more photos of her grandfather...
I’m so in love with my feather tattoo at the moment. I’ve always loved it, when I had it done 5 years ago it was because I was going through a tough time and I needed strength and courage which is what feathers symbolise for me, as well as freedom - there was something, or should I say someone, I needed to break free from at the time and, silly as it sounds, it helped me find the strength to do that. Little did I know I’d need even more strength a few months later when my absolutely amazing Grandad died after a long battle with dementia. Watching him disappear, both physically and mentally, before my eyes was the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever had to go through. On Monday, it will be 4 years since the bravest man I have ever met left us to be with his wife and his son. I hope you are all happy up there (no doubt Nan is nagging as usual, so normal life has resumed for you both 😂). Not a day goes by when I don’t think about you or miss you Grandad.