Prom

My dad died about a month before prom. Mom and I passed the time between ICU visits by going to the mall and looking at accessories. 

The theme: What Dreams May Come.

I protested that this was not a good idea. But so it was and I attended a prom inadvertently themed on death not long after Dad died. It was a very nice prom and I had a very nice time. I ate caesar salad for the first time and spilled punch on my dress.

But still.