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.

past it, I felt sick.

“I’m not going, Aunt Carol. I can’t,” I told her while she stayed with me at Grandpa’s place because I refused to leave.

“Honey, he made that dress for you. He’d want you to wear it.”

“I know what he’d want. That doesn’t mean I can do it.”

She sat next to me and took my hand.

“Tina, listen to me. That man worked himself to the bone continue reading …