Five years ago in May my mum died.
I couldn't get over the grief. I nearly died I think from a broken heart.
Then my dad died seven months after, and I travelled to Canada to be with him on his deathbed like I was with my mum.
My mum's last name is Rose. She always loved red roses.
This pain it was like physical. I was getting iller and iller and iller. My friend came round one day and said, 'You're gonna die if you don't do something about this. The pain's killing you.'
So I just thought I'm gonna put a tattoo of a rose on my neck.
So that's my mum and that's my dad.
And now if I get that emptiness, I put my hand on it, and it takes it away. Physically, the pain goes. They're with me, on my neck.
So I'm glad I got it even though I'm an old gal now.
I'm 21 years clean and sober this year.
I went to prison. Every single day my mum sent me letters.
And when people say what did you get that tattoo for, I say out of love.
told by lainey
uk