Pizza With My Father. . .

Tonight we made a quick stop at my father's house and ended up staying for pizza. That wasn't any big deal . . . really . . . except for the fact that I could probably count the number of meals that I've eaten with my father in the last 19 years on two hands. (That is how many years he's been divorced from my mother, I ate with him almost daily as a small child I'm sure.) As I was saying we had pizza with my father and I never know if I should smile or cry when he interacts with my son. My son adores his grandpa for sure, and as I watched my father cut up my son's pizza for him, I just kept thinking that he had better not hurt my son! I Love my father I Just know that if history repeats itself the odds will not be in my son's favor an that makes me crazy! Yet- I keep allowing them to get to know each other because I have come to believe that no matter what the future holds, it is better for my son to touch, see & know his grandpa right now at a high point. Otherwise he might only get to know him though second had stories and then he would see him only as a monster -- no one should have to believe that their grandpa is a monster!