The Anchor

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Abbee Hausman
~for my grandparents

My grandmother and I had a conversation about my future a few days before she passed away. As I was sitting on her hospital bed sharing her favorite chocolate frosty from Wendy’s, she hugged me and said, “You will be something wonderful. You will do great things in this world and you do not need to let anyone tell you any different. When my grandmother died, I became increasingly angry and depressed at the loss of the only person I felt “understood me.”

Growing up in a Jewish home did not leave much creative freedom as far as tattoos are concerned. My mother, the most inspirational woman I know, absolutely hates tattoos.  The fact that something I wanted so badly could change our relationship so dramatically was difficult to grasp.

It was a few moths after my grandmother’s passing I started my sleeve. I wanted to remember this chapter in my life. I had found that tattoos are permanent, material objects are not and I wanted to remember my grandmother and grandfather. The first piece of my tattoo is a traditional anchor with a script of an e.e.cummings poem, i carry your heart.  I carry them with me every. single. day.

I strive to be the best person and most successful young adult. I have made great strides in my young life and looking at my arm is my therapy reminding me how much I have accomplished. The people I ran from I now embrace.  I love my family even if they don’t love my tattoos. I have them for me, my own permanent reminder from where I came and where I am going. Each tattoo I have serves as a bookmark for me looking back during my life. I wouldn’t change that for the world.


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