So, a couple weeks ago my sister and I headed off to Playa del Carmen for vacation. Our very first sister trip! We left knowing that my dad hadn't been doing well health-wise. He wanted us to go and drink some Rum Runners for him. So we did. Oh so many.
Many of you know that my dad had been diagnosed with cancer in late 2013 (my inspiration for my Hat KAL/CAL for Hope last year). And while he was cancer-free when he went to "the big casino in the sky" (those are his words) the cancer was so hard on his body that it really didn't help the other medical issues he had.
My family has peace in that we were all home (even my brother that lives in Fargo was randomly visiting) and that my dad is no longer suffering. It had been a long two years.
I'll think of him when I look at my knitting tattoo. When I got it he told me it was "the yuppy version of skull and crossbones." I don't even know what that means.