My father was very into nature and unfortunately passed away when I was ten. For years we went to the cemetery every week and each time there would be a feather resting on his headstone. I stopped going weekly and now feathers show up on the side of my car, falling from the ceiling at work, pretty much everywhere, especially when I need him most. I like to think they’re little gifts from him, reminding me that he’s with me. The “Love, Dad” is in his handwriting.
Got this done May 11, 2013 by Jim O’Rourke at Gen X Tattoos in Eastlake, Ohio.