Death

I lost a very good friend this week, and I am having a hard time dealing with it. His name is Mark and he was the father that I always wanted. He was a great big teddy bear and had a pure heart and loved people unconditionally. If more people lived life like he did, this world would be a beautiful place. He never judged anyone and always had something positive to say about someone. He always looked at the good instead of the bad.

His funeral is Sunday afternoon at the same funeral home where we had my grandson's funeral. I have mixed feelings on going back there. The day we had my grandson's funeral, Mark was one of the first people there, and one of the last ones to leave. He sat right next to me and my fiance, and he held my hand the entire time. Mark also drove us all the way to the arm pit of Kansas to bury my grandson, and never asked for anything in return, not even gas money.

Shortly after my grandson died, Mark called me and asked if I wanted a tattoo done in memory of Kaiden (my grandson). He was a wonderful tattoo artist and has done one for me in the past. I told him of course I did, and he told me that he would do it for free. That it would be an honor and a privilege to do this in memory of that precious baby boy.

This is the tattoo he did for me. The writing is done so it looks like a child wrote it. I chose an elephant because my youngest daughter said that Kaiden loved elephants. (Even though he was only 7 weeks old when he died, she is convinced of it.)

I know that we cannot prevent death from happening, but I wish it hadnt happened so soon. We love you Mark. You will live forever in our hearts and minds. Good bye for now my friend.