If there ever was a pure essence of love in my love, his name would be Charlie, my grandfather. Charlie knew the things of the heart. In the short period of time that he was present in my life, he imparted such love to me, it brings tears to my eyes just remembering him or whispering his name. I hope he knew what he did for me. I don't know that he knew it at the time, when he walked this earth with me; certainly he knows now.