Losing my grandpa just days before prom made me question whether I should go at all. Looking back now, I’m grateful I found the courage to walk through those doors, because what happened there changed more than one life forever.
Grandpa Bill brewed a full pot at 4:45 a.m., poured himself a thermos, and left a folded $5 bill on the kitchen counter for my lunch. He never woke me to say goodbye, but the smell of that coffee was its own kind of hug.
