My 8-year-old granddaughter pointed at the boy in my old prom photo and said, “Grandma, he gives me extra dessert at school.” He’d been gone for 42 years, and then she handed me something that made me go pale.
I thought helping my granddaughter clean out the attic would mean nothing more than dust, old Christmas decorations, and a few embarrassing pictures from my teenage years. Then she discovered one photograph, stared at it longer than usual, and said something that made me wonder if the past was really as finished as I…