My daughter almost did not go to prom, and by the time she walked onto that stage, I thought I understood exactly what that night meant. I was wrong. What happened in front of that whole room changed the way I saw my daughter, my grief, and the kind of love that survives even after loss.
My daughter Lisa was supposed to go to prom in a sunset-colored silk dress.
Instead, she walked onto that stage in jeans, an old jacket, and a white T-shirt that made an entire room start crying.
I’m still trying to recover from it.
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