It's also something I am jealous of... because though it would mean answers we don't want, it would mean answers. It would mean finally being able to explain to my son where his uncle is when he asks. It would mean having a complete story of Austin to tell my younger son one day, who never met him.
So this outfit is an odd combo of hope that we'll have answers one day, realism that when we do it will likely be answers that hurt, and trying to make the best of things by thinking that at least I could look stylish through grief. So yes, I'm a bit crazy. But I do see all that in the photo.
p.s. except the shoes, with those I just see me with another ankle or knee surgery!