IN THAT MOMENT I thought about both my grandpas, men of the Greatest Generation—Grandpa Hatzenbihler the farmer and Grandpa Brorby the coal miner. When I told them the truth, I was nervous, but it wasn’t hard: I didn’t have to cut the truth out. I just had to share it. And in those moments—in those small, quiet moments in Denny’s and over the phone—my grandpas told me their truth: they loved me.
