Dad, I Carry Your Heart

i carry your heart with me
i carry it in my heart
i am never without it
anywhere i go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling
i fear no fate
for you are my fate, my sweet
i want no world
for beautiful you are my world, my true
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart
i carry it in my heart!

The man at the cemetery mentioned he had heard of people getting tattoos with the ashes of their loved one mixed into the ink.  While my brother, Brian, was extremely interested in this it turned out to be me that went and got a tattoo.  I went back and forth with the tattoo artist on sketches and ideas, agonized over what I really wanted, whether or not I'd use some of Dad's ashes in the tattoo until the day of my appointment arrived.  On 10/1, I got a tattoo of a heart with wings and the number 9797 inside of it along with some of Dad's ashes mixed in on my left wrist.  My Dad is and always will be my heart and the 9797 was a unique number only he used. 

i carry your heart with me
i carry it in my heart
i am never without it