As I mentioned on Wednesday, Jason and I had to fly to Arizona for his grandfather’s funeral earlier this week. It may seem a little morbid or crass to take an outfit photo of what I wore to the funeral, but, like Jason and I discussed, it’s an outfit. I wore it. It’s not spectacular but, then again, it was a funeral. Not a Las Vegas show.
So, in the interest of keeping it real, this is what I wore.
We did indeed fly out in a snowstorm and apparently we were the last plane out of O’Hare before they cancelled everything else for the day. We were 40 minutes late to Phoenix but still caught our connecting flight to Flagstaff because the Phoenix airport had been fogged in (what??) earlier in the day which caused our connection to be behind schedule.
I don’t know what I believe or don’t believe about the afterlife, but there is a tiny part of me that thinks it would be nice if Jason’s grandfather had a hand in making sure we got to our destination in spite of the odds.