Thirteen years ago, my life shattered when my wife left me for my boss—taking our daughter, Alexandra, with her. Yesterday, a letter arrived addressed to “Grandpa Steve,” and what I read nearly dropped me to the floor.
Alexandra was only 13 when she disappeared from my life. My wife, Carol, said she wanted “a better life” and walked out, choosing wealth and status over the simple, loving home we had. I was a hardworking construction foreman, doing my best—but it was never enough for her.
I tried to stay in Alexandra’s life, but over time, she stopped responding. I believe Carol turned her against me. Eventually, I became just a memory she pushed away.
The grief broke me. I spiraled into depression, faced serious health issues, and lost almost everything I had.
Then that letter came.
And with it… hope.