As the gates opened I shook my grandfathers’ hands for the first time in 20 years.  They hugged me and apologized for leaving.  These two men who I had hardly known told me that they had been watching me and that they were proud.  They told me to let my parents know they did a good job even though they couldn’t be around to help.  As we walked further I couldn’t help but notice, this was the happiest I had ever felt in my life.  They took me to a museum to see paintings from Van Gogh that no other person had ever seen.  After the museum they took me to a concert where I got to see Billy Holiday perform.  Next they took me somewhere I never thought I would be.

They put me in an interrogation room with a man I had never seen before.  At least I thought I had never seen him before.  As my eyes adjusted to the light I heard, “What the hell do you think you are doing?”

“I…I don’t know sir.” I replied.  He looked familiar but I knew I had definitely never heard this voice before. 

“Did you really think you were going to get away with this?” He boomed.

“I…I don’t know what you are talking about sir.”  I stated shakily.  As I said this I realized who this man was.  This was my wife’s father.

“I’m just messing with you.”  He said this trying not to laugh.

I had never met my wife’s father before this, but then again, neither had she.  He was a handsome man; I could see where she got her good looks.  From the smile on his face I could see that she got that from him too.  His smile faded as his eyes burned into mine. 

“I do have some things I want to tell you.”  He stated in a matter of fact way.  “First I’ve been watching you just like they have.”  He pointed to the door that my grandfathers had pushed my through.

“Ok.” I said, knowing that I had nothing to be ashamed of.