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

My head snapped up.

“Tell me.”

Richard had kept it.

He sat on the floor across from me, still wearing my ridiculous old dress.

“Four months ago, Dad called me over. He could barely walk that week, remember?”

I did.

“He asked me to bring down a box from the attic. I thought it was insurance papers or something.”

“He asked me to bring down a box from the attic.”

Daniel looked at the earring.

“Then he pulled this dress out.”

“What did he say?”

Daniel rubbed both palms against his knees.

“He asked me a question.”

“What question?”

His eyes lifted to mine.

“He asked when the last time was that you did something just because you wanted to.”

“He asked me a question.”

My voice completely failed me.