My grandfather stitched my prom dress just five days before he passed away — my classmates mocked me, until the most popular boy in school stepped in and taught them a lesson.

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Five days later, my grandpa was gone. He had a heart attack in his sleep. Aunt Carol found him when he didn’t answer her morning call. I didn’t get to say goodbye. I couldn’t eat or sleep. I skipped school for almost a week and just sat on the couch in one of his old flannel shirts.

The prom flyer stayed pinned to the fridge, and every time I walked continue reading …