This is not a bummer blog.... This is about how rad my father was.....
tattoo i got in memory of my father
My father died 3 years ago of cancer. His melanoma come back for the third time, and he fought it for for almost 2 years before he finally died. He was 67.
I was really close to my father, prob even closer to him than my mother. My father a was so rad. Imagine a man that was a mixture of James Dean, Steve McQueen and Johny Cash(minus the drinking and drugs). He was also a huge flirt, very outgoing, with a distinct cackle as a laugh, and you could hear it miles away. (no joke). He was the most caring person i have ever met. Everyone loved him, even all of my friends. He carried himself with such confidence. He was a man's man but very respectful of women. He loved the shit out of my mom, and he thought the female form was one of the most beautiful thing on earth.
In high school when most kids were partying, i was traveling the country with my dad, he was with me when i was racing motocross. Every weekend he would drive me to races, sometimes more than 18 hours away. We had this bond, in the 50's he was a southern boy greaser who raced cars. He even told me stories of him running moonshine, too. He saw that same passion in my eyes about motocross and understood why i did it. He just knew where i was coming from he understood my "need for speed" and my adrenaline rushes. During those long drives i really got to know my father. We would talk for hours about life, the government, and the difference between southern and redneck.....
i quite racing motocross when i was 19 and i started snowboarding in the rockies during the winter months. There was a huge fall out with my father at that time. It wasn't until years later i realized it wasn't because i gave racing up, it was because he wasnt involved in my life like he was. He didn't understand until he made a tip out to help drive me back from Montana in 1999. Before i was born my parents almost move to Wyoming and they didn't because my mom became pregnant with me. When he flew and met me in Montana he saw where i was and realized i was living in areas he always wanted to live. i was living his dream.... He wanted to live outwest on a ranch near mountains. When he saw me living in the mountains the bond came back.....
so it has been three years and i realize i am more like my father than i had thought. I see these little things that i do that remind me of him. But truthfully i really wish i had the confidence he did. i wish i was as socially outgoing as him. i wish i was a flirt. i know these characteristics are in me. i feel them all the time. I would be just like him if i could shed my insecurities and i have no clue where i got them....
The last thing my father did was come to school to see me receive a dept award in sculpture at vcu. I wish he would have gotten to see me graduate....
My tattoo on my inner arm is based off of a script my father had on a shirt he wore at the beach when i was 5....... it is "Trust your lust". He died of skin cancer and the reason why he had the shirt was because he was sunburned. The script has multiple meanings. There is a connection to passion about life that my father had, a reminder of him. There is the thought of never giving up. It also includes the flirting/confidence aspect i want to get over...
bottom line my dad was fucking rad.....i hope i can live up to his legacy....
the shirt i took the script from for my tattoo. The shirt is gone. I had to pull the script out of this picture and reconstruct it photoshop and illustrator
tattoo i got in memory of my father
My father died 3 years ago of cancer. His melanoma come back for the third time, and he fought it for for almost 2 years before he finally died. He was 67.
I was really close to my father, prob even closer to him than my mother. My father a was so rad. Imagine a man that was a mixture of James Dean, Steve McQueen and Johny Cash(minus the drinking and drugs). He was also a huge flirt, very outgoing, with a distinct cackle as a laugh, and you could hear it miles away. (no joke). He was the most caring person i have ever met. Everyone loved him, even all of my friends. He carried himself with such confidence. He was a man's man but very respectful of women. He loved the shit out of my mom, and he thought the female form was one of the most beautiful thing on earth.
In high school when most kids were partying, i was traveling the country with my dad, he was with me when i was racing motocross. Every weekend he would drive me to races, sometimes more than 18 hours away. We had this bond, in the 50's he was a southern boy greaser who raced cars. He even told me stories of him running moonshine, too. He saw that same passion in my eyes about motocross and understood why i did it. He just knew where i was coming from he understood my "need for speed" and my adrenaline rushes. During those long drives i really got to know my father. We would talk for hours about life, the government, and the difference between southern and redneck.....
i quite racing motocross when i was 19 and i started snowboarding in the rockies during the winter months. There was a huge fall out with my father at that time. It wasn't until years later i realized it wasn't because i gave racing up, it was because he wasnt involved in my life like he was. He didn't understand until he made a tip out to help drive me back from Montana in 1999. Before i was born my parents almost move to Wyoming and they didn't because my mom became pregnant with me. When he flew and met me in Montana he saw where i was and realized i was living in areas he always wanted to live. i was living his dream.... He wanted to live outwest on a ranch near mountains. When he saw me living in the mountains the bond came back.....
so it has been three years and i realize i am more like my father than i had thought. I see these little things that i do that remind me of him. But truthfully i really wish i had the confidence he did. i wish i was as socially outgoing as him. i wish i was a flirt. i know these characteristics are in me. i feel them all the time. I would be just like him if i could shed my insecurities and i have no clue where i got them....
The last thing my father did was come to school to see me receive a dept award in sculpture at vcu. I wish he would have gotten to see me graduate....
My tattoo on my inner arm is based off of a script my father had on a shirt he wore at the beach when i was 5....... it is "Trust your lust". He died of skin cancer and the reason why he had the shirt was because he was sunburned. The script has multiple meanings. There is a connection to passion about life that my father had, a reminder of him. There is the thought of never giving up. It also includes the flirting/confidence aspect i want to get over...
bottom line my dad was fucking rad.....i hope i can live up to his legacy....
the shirt i took the script from for my tattoo. The shirt is gone. I had to pull the script out of this picture and reconstruct it photoshop and illustrator
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I dig the tattoo.