Dad’s Shirts, My Prom Dress, And The Moment The Whole School Finally Saw Him

He died before he could see me in it. Before the photos, the corsage, the prom night he’d been holding onto through every chemo drip. I walked into that gym wearing a dress I sewed from his old janitor shirts—and the laughter started. Cruel. Loud. Cutting. Then the principal took the mic, asked one question, and the entire room began to st… Continues…