The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
WWII vet finally meets letter writer
Dashauna Priest still recalls sitting in her third-grade classroom 12 years ago in Lorain, Ohio, writing a heartfelt thank-you letter to a World War II veteran whom she did not know.
At the time, and in the years that followed, she had no idea that the recipient of her letter would carry the note with him everywhere he went, carefully folded in an envelope.
“I’m never without it,” said Frank Grasberger, now 95.
Grasberger, who lives in Strongsville, Ohio, was drafted into the military when he was 18 and spent nearly three years in Germany. He received Priest’s letter, which was part of a class project, while he was on an Honor Flight home from Washington, D.C., in 2009. Ever since, the letter has either been folded neatly in his pocket or tucked away beneath the seat of his wheelchair. Wherever Grasberger goes, the letter goes.
The handwritten note, printed on a sheet of lined paper, imparts a simple message of gratitude: “Thank you for saving us from Hitler. If it wasn’t for you, we would never have freedom. You made freedom for us. You sacrificed your own life.”
Reading the letter for the first time more than a decade ago, Grasberger was moved to tears.
“It really tore my heart up when I saw it,” he recalled. “I just couldn’t believe a child could write a letter about a war.”
Although Priest, now 21, knew little about the war or the veteran to whom she wrote the letter, “I always looked up to people in uniform, so I took it really seriously,” she recalled.
Grasberger was eager to connect with the kind girl and decided to draft his own note to her in response.
“You really made me feel very good about fighting the war,” he wrote. “War is a terrible thing but if it helped to keep you and many others ‘free’ it was well worth it.”
Grasberger’s wife, Delores, mailed the letter to Priest’s school, though the couple never got confirmation that she actually received it.
Despite failed attempts to find her, Grasberger continued to keep the letter close to him at all times. He prayed with it at night.
Over the summer, Grasberger presented his cherished letter to Jill Pawloski, the resident services director at Vitalia Senior Residents at Strongsville. The Grasbergers reside there.
“He told me the story about how he received the letter in 2009,” Pawloski said. Even 12 years later, “he was just so touched that his service meant something to someone.”
Knowing how much it meant to him, Pawloski resolved to track her down.
She surfed on social media, and after a few quick searches, she found a profile on Instagram that seemed like a possible match, given the name and that the person looked to be about 21 years old.
Pawloski was unsure if she had the right woman, but “I decided to give it a shot and send her a private message,” she said.
Priest was stunned to see the message in her inbox. She knew exactly what letter — and veteran — the stranger was referring to.
“I was so excited,” said Priest, who went on to join the Army National Guard.
She, too, had reflected on the letter over the years, and she did, in fact, receive the reply from Grasberger. She keeps his letter safely stowed in a memory box.
“I read it from time to time and think about him,” Priest said. “I always wanted to have a conversation with him because of everything he wrote in the letter.”
Pawloski invited Priest, who lives in Sandusky, Ohio, to come surprise Grasberger at his home.
Only three days later, Priest showed up at the retirement community dressed in her military uniform with a dozen red roses in hand.
When she walked in the room, Grasberger immediately exclaimed: “You’re not the girl?!”
The emotional surprise was captured on video and featured in a now-viral Tiktok. When Grasberger finally grasped that he was with the young woman he had long been searching for, he turned to her, grabbed her hand and said: “I love you so much. I really do.”
“It seemed like she was my third daughter,” Grasberger explained. “That’s the feeling I had.”
They both broke down in tears. Over the course of their nearly three-hour meeting, “I went through two boxes of Kleenex,” said Grasberger, who was an engineer for 32 years after leaving the military.
Since meeting for the first time in late July, their friendship has blossomed over regular phone calls, and Priest is planning to visit the Grasbergers again with her son in the coming weeks.
“She is one of our daughters. We looked 12 years for her, so we have to enjoy her now,” said Delores Grasberger, 93.
When asked if he now feels complete having found his longlost pen pal, Grasberger nodded, grinned widely, and said: “Oh yes. Very much so.”