My Son Showed up to His Father’s Funeral Wearing a Woman’s Pink Dress – When He Told Me the Real Reason, I Dropped to My Knees in Shock

“That thing is dangerous.”

“The dress?”

“The woman in it.”

I laughed.

“Jealous because I wear pink better than you.”

Somewhere between the restaurant and home, I lost one earring.

I hadn’t thought about it in years.

“Jealous because I wear pink better than you.”

Daniel watched my face.

“Dad told me about that night.”

I looked at the pink fabric stretched over my son’s knees.

“This is…mine.”

He nodded.

“Where was it?” I asked.

“In a box.”

“What box?”

“This is…mine.”

“Dad found it in the attic when he was going through old stuff.”

I touched the  dress.

Richard had kept it.

The earring too.

All these years.

“Why?”

Daniel swallowed. “That’s what we fought about.”