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

Then the woman said softly, “Let me see what I can do.”

By afternoon, I had three possible addresses, two old phone numbers, and one distant cousin in Ohio who might know something.

I called everyone.

Wrong Henry.

Moved away decades ago.

Haven’t heard that name in years.

I kept going until my fingers ached.

That evening, my mother walked into the hospital continue reading …