So several years passed and the tree never blossomed again. My dad eventually decided to just chop it down, but he kept part of the tree in the back of our house (it just looked like a big old stick) until just before he passed away in 2003. I never even knew what that stick was until my brother told me about it a few years ago.
So this brings us to now... I found a really great sketch of dogwood blossoms several months ago that I have kept with me ever since. Last night, I decided to get the sketch tattooed on the inner part of my ankle. The tattoo artist said what I had was a little too detailed so he played around with it and came up with something that we could both agree on. And yes, I know some of you won't approve, but I wanted to have something of significance other than a silly old tramp stamp so here it is...
