My oldest daughter was born in 1987. We celebrated her birthday last week. When she was born and I held that sweet baby in my arms, I never knew so much love could exist in my heart. Six weeks after her birth my maternal Grandmother passed away on Sept 28, 1987. I found something that I wrote about the two of them at that time. I was 25 years old. “When these two events occurred I was impressed by the course of life and how I go on each day, one at a time. Many hours adding up to many days that turn into many…