11 years ago today, I stood waiting for at the end of a long aisle for the one person that means the most to me in the whole world. When the music started playing, the doors at the back opened and there she stood, radiant, like an angel that got lost on the way to Heaven. My heart stopped as she walked down the aisle, her hand on her uncle's arm. See, this is where things get a little confusing. Her uncle gave her away. Her dad was standing there at the front of the church, waiting. He ...