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

we were just passing time instead of counting what was left of it. We looked through old photo albums, laughed at crooked hairstyles, teased my mother’s childhood fashion choices, and spoke about the past like it was a place we could still visit if we turned the pages slowly enough.

That evening, Grandma sat propped against her pillows with an old album continue reading …