I took my 89-year-old great-grandma to prom and she became the star of the evening

The prom night was around the corner and my excitement didn’t match that of most students who consider it the greatest night of their life. At the time, I wasn’t dating anyone and didn’t feel like asking anyone either.

As I was thinking about it, I saw my great-grandmother Alma sitting in her recliner, watching old black and white movies, and then it hit me.

“Granny, you ever went to prom?” I asked her. She looked at me and smiled. “Honey, back in the day, girls like me didn’t get asked to prom.”

“Would you be my date, then?” I asked her. Her answer? – “Let me see what I can wear.”

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A week later, my great-grandma, who’s been through a lot throughout her life, was wearing the most beautiful dress. I made sure I had a matching tie.

Needless to say, the night was as incredible as I anticipated when I decided to take her to prom with me.

To everyone’s surprise, despite her old age of 89, my great-grandma danced through the night.

Her joyful demeanor was a true delight.

The DJ even dedicated a song to her, Always by Ella Fitzgerald. As we danced, all eyes were on us. My friends were eager to dance with my great-grandma, and at the end of the night, she was crowned a honorary prom queen. She even got a makeshift crown and a sash that read “Prom’s Best Spirit.”

When the night was over, my great-grandma whispered to my ear, “Honey, I’d never dreamed I’d ever have a night like this in my life.”

The following day, the local newspaper wrote about Alma and her incredible experience. Photos of her with the headline Great-Grandma Alma Takes Prom by Storm were shared online, sparking positivity and plenty of comments praising the elderly lady.

This experience taught me that we should always try to make the most of every moment.

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