I don’t tell people right away that I am the mother of a dead child. It changes how they behave towards me. I know that the sheer existence of bereaved parents makes people uncomfortable, that we are a reminder of every parent's worst nightmare, proof that the unimaginable is possible.
Sorella di Ira
And yet, seven years after Ashlie's death I chose to mark myself externally as I am within — the walking wounded.
I will never GET OVER this loss. I will never NOT grieve or feel the rage of Mouse's Sorella di Ira.
And so, I wear her now as a badge of honor, a survivor's scar and a warning.
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