5. The “Prank Call” That Became Family
As a teenager, I used to prank call a grumpy older man every Friday. One day, I called but stayed silent.
“Glad you called,” he said. “No one else ever does.”
We began talking for real. He told me life stories, offered advice, even helped me through a breakup. I called him “Grandpa,” though we weren’t related.
A few weeks later, his nurse called from his phone — he had passed away. He’d left me something in his will: a phone with only one contact — mine.
