Paul's Heart

Life As A Dad, And A Survivor

Archive for the category “Adoption”

Naples…A Tale Of Two Cities


Naples 1 Naples 2 Naples 3

I moved here in June of 2014 soon after the passing of my father.  My life was in a tailspin juggling my father’s illness, my second divorce, protecting my children from the effects of the divorce, losing my job, and of course, struggling with my own health issues.  There are two main reasons that I chose to move here, one of which I will discuss freely because deciding so was to hopefully remedy several of the issues that I was dealing with.  Southern Florida is in the beginning stages of a major growth economically with several major companies looking to place either home offices or satellite locations here.  It seemed like it was one of the best places to afford me a chance to replace my income and benefits that were necessary for several reasons.

But I have learned that the area of Naples and surrounding areas have two major distinctions of notoriety.  One is quite obvious, the other, not so much.

The first distinction, is a time period called “season.”  In the north, we had four seasons – Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring.  In southern Florida, we have “snowbird” season.

snowbird1

Just as geese can be seen flying south for the winter, human “snow birds” also fly south for the winter.  Snowbirds can arrive as early as October, and stay usually until just after Easter or April.  About the time that the weather warms up back north, so the birds fly back north.  I first heard of this phenomenon with my Uncle Eddie and Aunt Mary who made this annual trek as long as I had known them.

August 1964 - Eddie And Mary Edelman

Up north, the signs are simple that it is time for the “birds” to migrate south.  But for those of us who live here, and this being my first exposure to “season”, we get only one warning, and by then, it is too late.

snowbird4

As soon as the car carriers begin to arrive, we know that season has begun.  The parade of license plates look more like an automobile “miss America” pageant with nearly every state represented.  Of course, the influx of cars results in a lot more traffic, not just in number of vehicles, but also incidents.

snowbird3 snowbird2

While the above photos are meant to be humorous, in reality, it is far from it.  While the driving habits of the elderly are probably acceptable back home, when you insert them into traffic more then three times they are used to, combined with poor driving courtesies such as using turn signals, proper breaking distances, and not making a turn from the furthest lane over from the intersection, the areas are subject to a minimum of at least one accident a day.  This is serious.  The fact that driving on the 405 in California or the Schuylkill Expressway in Philadelphia is safer than driving down here during season says a lot.

There are other inconveniences also from longer lines at gas stations, hour long waits for dinner reservations, and forget about going to enjoy anything with the word “free” attached to it.  And so, we locals sit back and wait for the sign, the sign that it is time for the “snowbirds” to migrate back to their homes…

snowbird4  the return of the carriers.

Another population type in the Naples are the singles, and by that divorced or widowed.  Unlike the majority of “snowbirds” who simply are in Naples for their own enjoyment, the divorced and widowed of Naples provide a comfort to new arrivals of the same class.  I have often heard this area described as an “island of misfit toys,” much like in the Christmas classic “Rudolph The Rednosed Reindeer.”

Rudolph imagesXBKE8L45

This class of citizen has a personal empathy that provides understanding and support to those who may struggle with their possible new situation.

misfit toys1

I came here alone, with no family or friends, only knowing a handful of people that I had met in prior visits.  There may be opinions about people who have been divorced as being “broken” or “flawed” like the holiday special toys and it is quite the contrary.  And just as the misfit toys support each other, friends down here do the same thing.  I have met a lot of divorced people, and have also met many who have been widowed.  And while I am one of the new people down here, I have been made to feel welcome here, and am offered a lot of emotional support to deal with the various emotional issues that I face every day.  They all have been through it.  Some have gone through more, some have not.  Some have issues still continuing.  Several have long distance relationships with their children just as I do.  The thing is that everyone understands what we all are going through, and there is no judgment.

With those that I have met down here, I know that in time, things will get better.  Most have met my daughters and look forward to their return during the summer again.  This is a good time for my children to visit me because the population is much less without the snowbirds.

But this is my home now, for better or worse.  For me, definitely better.

Photograph


 

Ringo Starr did it.  Cheryl Crow and Kid Rock did it.  Def Leppard rocked their career into legendary status with it.  But perhaps Nickelback with lead singer Chad Kroeger did it best, or at least wrote the best lyrics.

“Look at this photograph every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red?  And what the hell is on Joey’s head?
And this is where I grew up I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we’d ever went without the second floor is hard for sneaking out

And this is where I went to school most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice I must have done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it’s too late should I go back and try to graduate?
Life’s better now than it was back then if I was them I wouldn’t let me in

Every memory of looking out the back door I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it goodbye, goodbye.

Remember the old arcade blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin’ out they say somebody went and burned it down
We used to listen to the radio and sing along with every song we know
We said someday we’d find out how it feels to sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim’s the first girl I kissed I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then I haven’t seen her since god knows when

I miss that town I miss the faces you can’t erase
You can’t replace it I miss it now I can’t believe it
So hard to stay too hard to leave it
If I could I relive those days I know the one thing that would never change”   Photograph by Nickelback

So, why I am quoting Chad Kroeger today?  Long before I filed for divorce, or even considered it, right from the day I adopted my oldest daughter, I wanted to make sure that I took enough pictures of what would eventually be both of my daughters.  There was only one flaw in my idea.  I was constantly on the other side of the lens.  But as I have published here, I was able to manage quite a few photos of the three of us.  And yes, there are probably thousands of just them either by themselves or with each other.

This weekend, I have been working on a special project.  And very soon, it became very evident of just how critical my concerns of photos with my daughter would become.

9787_947146145310518_70914225155214279_n dad7 dad8

You are looking at the three only known photographs of me with my father when I was a child.  I have checked with various relatives and these were the only ones that could be found.  The only thing I have less of than memories of my childhood with him.  I have several of us in my adult years, but that was after we re-established our relationship with each other.

My father made a conscious decision at one point following my parents decision of just how involved, or distant he was going to be with my sister and I.  It would be in my twenties before he and I would actually even begin to sit and talk with each other, and another decade or so later before our relationship would come back to the point where father and son would never be kept from each other again.  But to this day, it is not known why he made the decision that he did, and he took it to his grave.

Why am I writing about this now?  A friend of mine posted a link on her Facebook wall called “The Reason This Dad Lies To His Daughter Every Day.”

http://www.sunnyskyz.com/happy-videos/1896/The-Reason-This-Dad-Lies-To-His-Daughter-Every-Day-Will-Break-Your-Heart

It is a very touching video of a father reading a note that was written by his daughter complimenting him on the many great qualities of her father.  But clearly the father has a secret.  And later in the note, he discovers that his daughter knows the truth.  The video will leave you in tears.  I know it did me.

So here I am, in the middle of a divorce, with two young girls myself.  My estranged wife and I have very different opinions of how the kids should be told things when it comes to the divorce.  I have always been of the mindset that kids are kids, and should only have to deal with kid-level issues.  But as is evident by the three photos above, keeping things hidden from them is definitely not the answer either.  I can count at least eighteen years (not including the sporatic appearances from him) that I have no answers, no memories.

And clearly, as the video shows, and while not necessarily a video about a divorce situation, the things the father is hiding from his daughter, and there is no denying that he is trying to protect her, she would eventually discover the truth anyway.  But fortunately for him, she is mature enough to understand why.

But in discussing adult issues with children, especially divorce, care needs to be given, because at no time, can or should a child ever feel that they are the reason behind the divorce.  But clearly, there is no way that my children should ever hear anything that is going on at the present time.  And so I often find myself walking a very thin line, protecting them from what they do not need to know, while satisfying their want to know.  But I have chosen to tell them the truth when asked certain questions, and with others, give my patented response (which I used before getting divorced also), “it’s a grown-up thing…let the grown-up handle it.”

I know that I have limited time to get things taken care of before both of my daughters begin to “fill in the blanks” themselves.  But one thing that I have learned from the past, my father, is what “absence” can take away from parent and child.  So for now, I take plenty of photos every moment that I get.  I make sure that they hear my voice every day, and normally, we see each other via Facetime or Tango.  But at no point, will they ever feel forgotten or loved, as I remind them every night that I speak to them how much I love them… and how much I miss them.

20140615_160844

Yet Another Anniversary


It was February 6th, 2006 when my youngest daughter was placed in my arms.

DSC02492 DSC02459

My oldest daughter was now a big sister, and together, they have grown to be the best of friends, aside from typical sibling issues.

DSC02601

If there is one thing better than the memories I have had having one daughter, having triple the memories of two daughters as both individuals, and together as siblings has been the greatest blessing in my life.  I enjoy being their father, and though circumstances have changed leaving us to be apart, I get to speak and see them both every night, and then times that we do get to be together are filled with catching up, and making new memories.

We never run out of things to talk about, the past, and now, the appearance of “interest” in boys is beginning.  Birthdays are coming up very soon, as my oldest likes to remind me and while one will be one more year closer to teenage years…

DSC02502

my youngest will be heading into the double digits.

20140615_160844 20140413_092254 DSC03176 att_1406000512661186

I love both of you and I miss you so much.

Post Navigation