I almost had my son’s best friend removed from the funeral because of what he wore. Then he said one thing that changed how the entire room saw him.
“I know half of you want me out of here right now.”
Theo stopped.
His voice cracked.
For a moment, he just stood at the microphone in that red dress while people whispered behind me.
Then he looked down at himself.
“And I know how this looks. It isn’t even mine. I borrowed it from my sister.”
A few people shifted in their seats.
My husband, Daniel, was still half-standing beside me.
I had one hand wrapped around his sleeve.
Theo swallowed.
“The reason I’m standing here in it is very simple.”
He looked toward Jack’s coffin.
“And it’s the saddest thing I know.”
