We are coming up on the two year anniversary of Dad's death, which has obvious baggage associated with it.
But here's the intrusive thought that keeps popping in my head:
I hate what I wore to my father's memorial service.
To be fair, I didn't have time to do lots of shopping, and I didn't have tons of money, and...whatever.
I ended up in a navy blue v neck dress with ill-fitting pantyhose and ill-fitting blue flats. And fake pearls.
Here I am in the same outfit a month later, at a wedding, awkwardly dancing the Hava Nagila.
My mother and sister were both lovely. My husband looked handsome in a black suit. My brother-in-law and nephew were GQ, and GQ Jr.
And then there was me:
I know I need to just get over it.
I delivered a nice speech about my father. Funny, poignant, heartfelt. I blew it out of the water.
I just wish I had looked less:
That's what keeps me awake at 4AM.
But here's the intrusive thought that keeps popping in my head:
I hate what I wore to my father's memorial service.
To be fair, I didn't have time to do lots of shopping, and I didn't have tons of money, and...whatever.
I ended up in a navy blue v neck dress with ill-fitting pantyhose and ill-fitting blue flats. And fake pearls.
Here I am in the same outfit a month later, at a wedding, awkwardly dancing the Hava Nagila.
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| Third from right, lots of chins. |
My mother and sister were both lovely. My husband looked handsome in a black suit. My brother-in-law and nephew were GQ, and GQ Jr.
And then there was me:
I know I need to just get over it.
I delivered a nice speech about my father. Funny, poignant, heartfelt. I blew it out of the water.
I just wish I had looked less:
That's what keeps me awake at 4AM.
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