Dressing Grief

Dressing Grief.

This is awesome.  It makes me sad that we did not dress my father in death.  My last sight of him was in his bed in pajamas.  He was cremated and there was no viewing.  Even though I witnessed his last breath, he always looked good in a suit.  I miss him.

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