My Grandma’s high school boyfriend, Jim, called her up a few months ago to plan a high school reunion. They are both 81 and widowed. Then they had another phone call. And another. Which turned into a visit. And then, they fell in love all over again. My Grandma started smiling again. Our talks started to be about her future instead of her past. She became herself again. I guess the same thing happened to Jim. His daughter called my grandma and thanked her for ‘helping her dad smile again.’
Not many people marry their prom date…but tomorrow my Grandma gets to marry hers, even if it is 64 years after prom!
Credit: Anna Harris