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Then the chapel doors opened.
Daniel stood there.
For half a second, all I saw was my son.
Then I saw what he was wearing.
Pink.
Not a shirt.
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A dress.
A faded pink dress that fell awkwardly below his knees, stretched across his shoulders, and looked even more absurd above his black dress shoes.
Whispers moved through the room.
Someone gasped.
“Daniel.”
He looked at me.Order Custom Logos
I hurried down the aisle.
“Danny, what are you doing?”
He didn’t answer.
“Why are you dressed like that at your father’s funeral?”
He stared at the casket for a moment, then walked past me.
Straight to Richard.
Daniel placed both hands on the casket.Clothing
“I’m sorry, Dad. I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.”
He bent over the casket and cried with a helplessness I hadn’t seen since he was a child.
Nobody whispered anymore.
I stood behind him, stunned.
Whatever the dress meant, it wasn’t mockery.
After the service, people surrounded me.
“I’m so sorry, Tisha.”Find Grief Counseling
“Richard was a good man.”
“Call if you need anything.”
I thanked everyone, found a missing coat, told the caterer where to put the coffee, and carried a vase toward the reception room.
“Tisha?”
Richard’s sister held an empty box.
“Where should these sympathy cards go?”
“On the table beside the guest book. No, wait. People will spill coffee there. Give them to me.”
“Mom.”
Daniel stood behind her.
“Give me five minutes, Danny.”
His face went blank.
“What?”
“I need to finish this.”
He stared at the box in my arms.
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My fingers tightened around the cardboard.
“What did you say?”
“Can we go somewhere private?”
Something in his face stopped me.
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I handed the box back.
“Put them anywhere.”
Daniel led me into a small room behind the chapel.
The moment the door closed, I pointed at the dress.Clothing
“Start explaining.”
He looked down at himself.
“I know how it looks.”
“I sincerely doubt that.”
A tiny, miserable laugh escaped him.
