My Grandpa Sewed My Prom Dress 5 Days Before Passing—My Classmates Laughed Until the Most Popular Boy Taught Them a Lesson

night, hung the dress carefully back in the closet, and touched Grandpa’s photo on the shelf. “Thank you,” I whispered, “for every stitch.” And in that quiet moment, standing alone in his living room, I felt him there with me, closer than I had since the morning he last brewed that pot of coffee and left without saying goodbye.