A Deeper Story: marked.

Yes, as I alluded in my last post, we made a trip to a tattoo parlor last week and I marked off #11 on my 30 by 30 List. This one was a little special though. I decided to post the story at A Deeper Story for my turn over there.

Here’s a snippet:

I’m not sure if you’ve ever had a reason to be sitting on a therapist’s couch, spilling your deepest hurts to a perfect stranger, but maybe you can imagine the awkwardness. I know she wants to help, she’s so kind, but still. It’s just an odd feeling.

She asks us, “What have you done to gain closure? To commemorate losing Whitman?”

We stare back blankly. Nothing really. I think of that plate stuffed in the back of my closet. The one with the tiniest set of footprints you’ve ever seen.

The thought of hanging it on a wall where I’ll see it daily makes me feel like I’m choking.

“You might think this is funny, but I’ve actually been thinking about getting a tattoo. Just something small…”

She visibly brightens. “I think that’s a lovely idea.”

My husband and I smile at each other. It’s a good idea.

Read the rest at A Deeper Story.