I felt absolutely awful about what I wore to my father’s funeral. I had just visited him in the hospital, then flew home only to be called a couple of days later to come back. I left my family with two young kids behind as I didn’t know what to expect. I was upset and in a rush and was thinking I could buy something suitable to wear to his funeral after he passed.
He died the morning after I arrived. We met with the funeral home that afternoon and my mother scheduled the funeral in the morning two days later! My sisters and I had literally one day to make the funeral arrangements! So between making travel reservations for my family, trying to plan a nice funeral for my dad - selecting music, writing a eulogy, preparing a photo presentation, trying to find something suitable for my girls to wear (I ran in and out of the store in about 15 minutes), I had no time to shop for myself. I ended up wearing a black turtleneck and a pair of baggy black pants my mom lent me.
This was in my hometown. My dad was very well liked and had lots of friends. Also people that I grew up with but hadn’t seen in many years also attended. I was just mortified. My only saving grace was that I had two very cute little Chinese daughters that probably drew more attention than my shabby clothes.
Usually I am a very casual dresser. I haven’t worn a dress in years. But I was so upset that I couldn’t do better for my father and made such a horrible impression to all the people that attended.