Growing up, I had a few sets of grandparents on either side of my family. When I was younger, to differentiate between them, we had to give them all different names. My father’s mother had an iconic exclamation: “Oh, Mercy!” Consequently, she was named Oh Mercy Grandma.
This is a tattoo of her signature, copied from one of my old birthday cards. This is my remembrance of her – my way of holding onto the memories, etched into my skin; it’s a reminder of how much she helped me grow. It represents who she was to me, and now, I’ll always have a piece of her to carry around, no matter where life takes me.
Tattoo done by the amazing Jeff Miller at Body Art Tattoo & Body Piercing (Stratford, NJ).