Almost 14 years have passed, but the calendar is still marked for today - his birthday. I was twenty-one when the angels took him. It's been more than a decade, yet that moment of time seems frozen. Pain that is healed, pain that is raw reside together within my heart; memories that seem like yesterday and memories that seem a lifetime ago. Still every year, there on my calendar, marks the day of his birth. His birth, his life, is what I celebrate. Born in the season of miracles, yet his death taught me great lessons that I don't want to forget. His title: Grandfather. However, the empty room he filled was the one reserved for my daddy. From the very moment of my being we were inseparable. He was my constant. My security. My protector. My world. I was his joy. The apple of his eye. His life. Never did I doubt his love for me. Never did I doubt his love for Jesus or othe...