Exactly 22 years ago, as I was 11, my grandfather died. We found out he had cancer and a few months after he was operated, he left this world and he left me (or so I thought).         He was like my father, friend, travel buddy and we shared a love that was beyond  time, gender or family roles. I was the only one who melted hid heart, as he used to be a big, tough man but with a soft, tender soul, well hidden.        As he passed away, while holding his candle for light, I was aware of … citeste mai mult