Deviled Eggs

I was too tired to find my laptop and turn it on at midnight. But the graduation party was really lovely. H. worked so hard and the lawn and garden looked beautiful. He had candles in the garden, among the tiger lilies.

We were lucky it didn't rain.

Figgy and her friends all looked beautiful, too. Fig had on a white lace dress and a purple dahlia from our garden in her hair. Marc's band played [Super Movies, with Nick and Sebastian], and that was magical and lovely. Lulu had on pastel yellow sandals. Maggie had a pretty striped dress. Kyle had a nice dress shirt, Stephen a tropical one.

I felt Dad's presence. Driving along Valley Road in the daytime, I stopped at a red light and started crying. I miss you, Dad. I miss you, I said out loud. Was glad I had sunglasses on to hide the tears, but when you cry, your mouth gets all weird and twisted and trembly, too, and you can't hide that without a face mask.

Dad always arrived early when we had parties.

Hey, Al, he'd say. I brought the deviled eggs. He'd take the round glass platter into the kitchen. He made good devlled eggs.

Oh, brother, he'd say when he saw the sink full of dishes and the things left undone.

But he would have been proud of us yesterday. And Dad, did you see our Figgy? Please watch her from above.