Ama.zon has something called Ama.zon Theater - it's a place where they are showcasing the talents of aspiring filmmakers who have entered their works into a short film competition. They currently have 10 Short Films from the Tribeca Film Festival (2003). Some of these short films are VERY good!
I enjoyed:
Colorforms
Jihad
The Freak
The Toll Collector
I never thought a tattoo was something I would ever get. Since my mother's passing I've had an overwhelming desire to memorialize her with one. My daughter being the artist, was suppose to design one for me but was lacking her usual creativity. :)
I met C and T after work at Freebirds. (yum!) They told me about some memorial type tattoos they saw while at a local tatto and piercing gallery; (a side story exists - but it's not for me to tell , what the hell, she got her eyebrow pierced shhh!) that they thought I might like, and suggested we swing by to take a look - I said OK.
I saw a couple I liked, but my fear of the pain due to the complexity of the design dissuaded me from proceeding. I saw this
and thought it was nice....it's the Japanese symbol for "Mother". I appreciate the simplicity of the design. I deliberated for what seemed like hours with myself, T and C. How much is this gonna hurt, can I endure the pain etc. I decided to go for it!
OK, why did it feel like he took the sharpest knife he could find, heated up the tip over lava rocks and commenced to "carving" this tattoo in my arm? It hurt like hell! The outline hurt the worst. I so felt like standing up and walking out after the first line was drawn - but how would that have looked? Certainly no tribute worthy of my mom.
So anyway, here it is......
My arm is not this big :) this is a close up for your viewing pleasure.
My mother and father would have been married 44 years today! My dad passed 30 years ago. My mother, less than 30 days ago - July 9th at 9:30 P.M. to be exact. Since my mother's passing I've been going through her personal items while packing them. I've had the privilege of reading her diary and writings about, and to my father.
In her diary she detailed her feeling for my father - she loved him profusely. She was a senior in high school he was four years older than her stationed in Vietnam. She wrote about her excitement around getting letters from him, when he asked her to marry him, his visits to Louisiana - everything. I enjoyed reading about how much she loved him. I'm sure they are rejoicing in Heaven now that they are back together.
My dad passed when I was nine years old, my mother never remarried, she said she didn't want another man over me and my brother and she also said no man was worth her losing the lifetime benefits she received as the spouse of a retired, deceased Veteran :)
My mother filled the role of "mother" and "father" after my dad died. I have a lot of respect for both of my parents. My mother was "tough" on us growing up, as an adult I was able to appreciated how she raised me - I think I turned out OK.
With both my parents gone I feel like a lost soul, disconnected. Sure, I have a brother and I love him dearly and my daughter who I love with every fiber of my being. But, I still feel LOST without my mother. I think about her throughout the day, I see her in my mind's eye - when she was younger, when she was healthy, how she danced, her cooking, her voice, her smile, her "wrath" when she got angry, and also the times after she became ill, the radiation, the hospital...... when she took her last breath on July 9th.
I would give any and everything to have her back. Everyone says "she's in a better place" I don't doubt that - but my heart aches for her to be here with me....
Happy Anniversary Mom & Dad
I love You!
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