My dress was picked out two nights ago. Something black, white polka dots, and little strips of the same fabric sewn near the bottom in the shape of flowers. A new dress I thought would scream fun summer event, seemed very appropriate for my dear friend's funeral.
Funerals are a celebration of life and my grandmother's words guided me today, "Funerals are beautiful, I like funerals now." She went on to further explain, "I get to see people I haven't seen in a very long time and people are willing to visit and tell stories." Her words kept me grounded quite often throughout the mass because it was beautiful.
I took time today to sit. I took time today to listen. I took time today to reflect. Sometimes the beautiful is hard but my little new dress with a little spunk reminded me to carry on, life is fun, and it made me smile. Sometimes wearing the right thing can get you through the hard stuff and today it was my black and white polka dotted dress. Now I need to find that fun summer event to wear it to.