So the day approached when my father and daughters went to the movies. I tell you it was like being tortured. I could not be there to see what was going on. I could not "monitor" which is really a good word for control the situation. My wife was there for me to draw some strength from, but my street upbringing had me feeling like I could not breathe. Anyway, I guess GOD was there to try to guide me because they came home right on time. The car door opened and my babies jumped out. I was posted-up ( that's hood talk) ready to go to war if I heard anything negative. My babies jumped out the car and they were smiling. My father jumped out and he was smiling. It seems they had a wonderful time. Well, one outing lead to another, then to another, and then another. Before you knew it the outings became more frequent, and then we would go out as a family to Ryan's Steak House and other establishments. As the sands of time slide through the hour glass, 1 year turned into 2, 2 years turned into 3, 3 to 4 , and 4 to 5,6, 7, and 8. During this time I have learned many of my mannerisms are just like my father. I call him POP as a great term of endearment. We spend each Sunday together watching Animal Planet, or the Deadliest Catch. We have the similar F150 trucks, and the list goes on. I guess the morale of the story is .. do not let the past hinder your present. DO not miss out on what can be because of what was. My father and I have a great relationship and I can honestly say that I really appreciate the relationship much more because of what we were able to go through. We both were able to grow in the process. He now gets what he did not get as a young man having a child, so he makes sure to be the best grandparent to my children that he can be. I now have guidance, concern, a best friend and love from my father. We are doing alright. We just celebrated his 56th birthday last week. I am glad I was willing to begin again because now I have a great friend who is my Pops.