Two years after my grandmother passed, I got a quote from her journal tattooed on my forearm, in her handwriting. When I lost a very dear friend at the shockingly young age of twenty-six, I started thinking about getting a tattoo to honor her memory. Just after her funeral, I came across a sheet of loose leaf paper stuffed absentmindedly in a random notebook. It must have been from the summer we were 15, vacationing with her family in North Carolina. It was a page she had copied down from the s bestseller Jonathan Livingston Seagull and it said, in her handwriting, " You have the freedom to be yourself—your true self—here and now, and nothing can stand in your way.