My Grandma Asked Me to Find Her High School Sweetheart So She Could Dance One Last Dance with Him

came easily. There were wrong numbers, dead links, and strangers with the same name.

The next morning, I called her old high school.

“I know this sounds strange,” I told the woman in the office, “but I’m trying to find an alumnus from sixty years ago. His name was Henry. My grandmother is dying, and she wants to see him one more time.”

The line went quiet.continue reading …