The laughter began as my eighteen-year-old son Aaron crossed the graduation stage wearing a bright red dress that had belonged to his late twin sister, Mary. Students whispered, phones appeared, and even his father had refused to attend after learning what Aaron planned to wear. Months earlier, while Mary was undergoing treatment for a serious illness, she had chosen that dress during one of their last normal afternoons together. She never lived long enough to graduate, and after losing her, Aaron quietly decided he would honor her in his own way…. Continue Reading 🔽
