My very best friend Jennifer in this life was faced with her/my bonus mom dying in the hospital, and her person Joe, with an aortic aneurysm and both of them were in 2 different hospitals at the same time. We bounced back-and-forth hospital to hospital. Only one made it, Joe. We laid Momma Darlene to rest while Joe was in a coma.

 

In my head I wanted a tattoo that represents me and my daddy. And so the drawings started. This is what I came up with. Wings for Daddy. Cancer ribbon for me. I was born a Jones and will die a Jones. We are both tough AF. He fought until his very last breath and so will I.