Ditto—in fact, this is probably the first instance I have heard of where I would favour a tatoo.
Which is the very reason I have a tattoo. The one I have commemorates the birth and short life of my twin grandsons. They were born, changed lives and passed too soon.
It is a decision I will never regret.
My daughter and sonIL both also have tattoos celebrating their short lives. It is a decision they will never regret.
I’m not normally big on tattoos. Honestly, I think most of them look trashy. (But if someone else wants one, I really don’t care.) However, I think in some special circumstances, they can be useful, perhaps even touching or beautiful. Years ago I met a woman in a wheelchair who had had a bunch of surgeries for some ongoing problem (what exactly, I don’t remember) and had ended up with a lot of scars in places that showed, like her arms and legs. She had chosen to cover the scars with tattoos. (They were nice, artistically speaking - very well done and tasteful.) She had chosen that way to give her medical condition “the finger” - a way to fight back mentally against something that was ravaging her physically. I couldn’t fault her for that.