I’ve started this letter five times and deleted it five times. Even though we’ve never met I’ve known you all my life. I learned you existed from a letter addressed to someone else. A few months ago, my mom told me you wanted to meet me along with my wife and son. I was surprised. I hear we have some things in common. You love Laphraoig and, like me, tend to overindulge in it. You are slow to recant an opinion. You’re an avid reader of political books, although I imagine our choices here likely differ. But I struggle to understand what meeting you would accomplish. In an earlier draft of this letter, I wrote that I forgave you. But I realized that I was writing what people want to hear in instances like this, not what I actually feel. How do you forgive a forty-year absence?
At 100 years old, there's no doubt that Scott Cleveland's grandmother has seen a lot of things, but the one thing she really wanted to see was her grandson's face underneath his dumb beard.
Even the sourest among us can probably muster some happy tears for this older man who just found out his life is about to change in the nicest way possible.
According to this Today Show investigative piece, Seniors are being scammed by incarcerated crooks pretending to be their snot-nosed Grandchildren. Oh humanity!