I Sewed a Dress From My Dad’s Shirts for Prom in His Honor – My Classmates Laughed Until the Principal Took the Mic and the Room Fell Silent

blurred together.

The funeral.

The casseroles people dropped off.

The empty house.

Moving into my Aunt Hilda’s spare bedroom where nothing smelled like Dad anymore.

Then suddenly prom season arrived.

Girls at school were obsessing over designer dresses and limo rentals while I felt disconnected from all of it. Prom had always been something Dad and I talked continue reading …