“My Grandfather died in 1985. I was 16. I had once told him that he only loved me because we were related. He responded by saying that if he hadn’t known me he would go out and find me so he could love me. The moment before I found out he died, I was writing out the chorus to the Bruce Springsteen song ‘Atlantic City:’ ‘Everything dies baby that’s a fact, but maybe everything that dies someday comes back.’ So this tattoo has been my own private prayer. Until now.”