I got my first tattoo at 53, almost 54. It was also a bracelet of mourning/remembrance, and I also had to overcome previous notions of my own about tattoos, and of some friends and family members, who think it means I can't be buried in a Jewish cemetery. The tattoo is an exact copy of the Claddagh ring of Lindsey's that she took off one night a few months before her sudden passing and wanted me to have it in case something ever happened to her. The ring is on top of my wrist and then her names form the chain. I decided to get the tattoo so that I would always have the ring. And wouldn't you know it, this past September I lost the ring. That story is here. https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/lost-and-found-a7e8c980ce65

Here are pictures of the tattoo when it was fresh. https://photos.app.goo.gl/MCSvH1nsHn1heEYbA