Walking Wounded

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Walking Wounded

Sorella di Ira

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.

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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3 Responses to Walking Wounded

  1. Debbie says:

    The tatt artist did a beautiful job.

  2. Jill says:

    Perfection!

  3. Bullish says:

    Wild and fierce!

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