Phyllis died a very unhappy, angry, depressed woman. I really did love her. She and I hit it off immediately when we met when she was a temp at my office. She and I were soul sisters. She was a beautiful woman, both inside and out. I admit that she had a very hard life. She was rejected by her family for leaving their Jehovah’s Witness beliefs and becoming a Christian. She had husbands who were not very kind. Ultimately, I had her removed from her husband’s care and she was moved to Hospice due to her chronic, uncontrolled pain. Five months after she entered Hospice care, she died. She stopped eating two months before she died. She wished for and longed for death in life.
I got to know Sara by her blog. I met her in her last post or two before she became too sick to blog. Sara was full of life even in her dying days. Her life phrase was “Choose Joy”. After she died, her friends got together a bunch of her doodles and made tattoo templates for her readers. I chose mine as soon as I saw it. I just didn’t have an opportunity to get it until today.
My 18 year old son and only child Tim wanted a tattoo for his birthday. He had a great one planned. It was the symbol for the Voice of the Martyrs with the words “Jesus Freak” surrounding it. It was a great time for mother and son to bond and get tattoos together. I’m excited to share. My tattoo is the one above and I had it done on the inside of my right forearm. Tim’s tattoo is on his right shoulder and is pictured below: