Last Saturday I was going to get a tattoo with my friend. I felt like I was cheating on my artist. We have been in and out of touch, but with me being pregnant, living an hour away and him being on the road a lot, it's been almost 2 years since I got any work done from him. About 95% of my work is by him, he was working on my sleeve.
I was waiting for my friend to finish with hers, so I looked him up on Facebook. He passed away the night before. I don't know from what. All I know is that the piercer from the shop went to check on him because he has been MIA for a couple of days.
I don't know how I feel. I've known him for 5 years. I was one of 3 girls he hired to open up his shop. He gave me all my work for free and told me all of his stories of his past. We had so many plans for my skin, but life happened.
His funeral is today, I dreamt of him last night. He has a thing for rubber ducks. In my dream I was getting a rubber duck tattoo. I will do that.In his memory
Rest In Peace Reese
I'm sorry for your loss.
You're in my thoughts