I was never the kind to get a tattoo on my body. Or so I thought.
I was walking on the streets of Gottingen on this very day, last year with my brother and his wife (who asked if I would like to get one)
My brother's speech was stuttered and his left side paralyzed while (as always) he shared with ease a brilliant tattoo idea that ran across his mind.
As kids, we shared everything. We halved everything from an eclair to a cup of tea without a second thought.
I recall when I was about 5,our fingertips covered with melted chocloate from a kit kat bar and we equalled how many fingertips each one of us would get to lick off!
This exchange we shared was so significant to us as we grew up and into our own individual worlds:apart yet interconnected.
Similarly,a mobius strip is an endless loop. If you cut a strip of paper, twist it and join its ends and make an ant walk on it, that ant would walk along it eternally
The loop, while it looks like two halves, is really one whole.That is what we are.
Two halves of one whole.
Without hesitation, I got the tattoo done on my inner left wrist: one of the most painful areas to get one. A place I'd always see us together, even when the world didn't.
This tattoo gave me something to hold onto during this painfully, impending loss and a sense of comfort that I will go to dust with it.
His name is etched in my veins now, and invariably in my heart.
My brother and I are an infinite loop.
I was walking on the streets of Gottingen on this very day, last year with my brother and his wife (who asked if I would like to get one)
My brother's speech was stuttered and his left side paralyzed while (as always) he shared with ease a brilliant tattoo idea that ran across his mind.
As kids, we shared everything. We halved everything from an eclair to a cup of tea without a second thought.
I recall when I was about 5,our fingertips covered with melted chocloate from a kit kat bar and we equalled how many fingertips each one of us would get to lick off!
This exchange we shared was so significant to us as we grew up and into our own individual worlds:apart yet interconnected.
Similarly,a mobius strip is an endless loop. If you cut a strip of paper, twist it and join its ends and make an ant walk on it, that ant would walk along it eternally
The loop, while it looks like two halves, is really one whole.That is what we are.
Two halves of one whole.
Without hesitation, I got the tattoo done on my inner left wrist: one of the most painful areas to get one. A place I'd always see us together, even when the world didn't.
This tattoo gave me something to hold onto during this painfully, impending loss and a sense of comfort that I will go to dust with it.
His name is etched in my veins now, and invariably in my heart.
My brother and I are an infinite loop.
