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Life As A Dad, And A Survivor

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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.

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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.

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CH CH CH CH…AH AH AH AH


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At least twice a year, we experience this superstitious day.  For many the fears are quite real.  Being careful not to let a black cat cross their path, not walking under ladders, breaking mirrors etc..  And if I looked back through time at all the Friday the 13ths I have lived through, I am sure I could find days that had bad things happen (my parents in a car accident in the early 1980’s for one example).  Personally I do not even know the day has occurred, unless I become aware by all the memes on Facebook.

But if you say “Friday the 13th” to many people my age, memories of Jason Voorhees and one of the most popular cult slasher films comes to mind.

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Make no mistake, watching it for the first time (the original, not the campy remake – no pun intended), it scared the crap out of me.  Spoiler alert, boy drowns at summer camp because camp counselors were having fun, he comes back from the dead, and every movie from original to sequel, he kills everyone except for only one person who appears to be the hero, only to come back in the next edition.  This franchise got so stupid that it felt the need to include Freddy Krueger (Nightmare On Elm Street) and even have Jason killing in space.  Just plain stupid.  Face it though, Jason’s mask is iconic and will forever be affiliated with Friday the 13th.

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Come on… you just laughed when you saw this picture.  And I actually do have a “Friday the 13th” story that I can actually laugh about.

Around 20 years ago, I had gone camping with friends in a very family friendly campground in northern Pennsylvania.  Our first night, with the full moon brightening the entire campground, we all decided to go for a walk.  The path started as macadam (road surface) and then changed over to gravel.  We were laughing quite a bit, and then it hit me, the set up would be perfect for Jason to just jump out at us and slay us all because he died when everyone else was too busy having fun.

My friends laughed a little, one a bit uncomfortable as I evidently struck a nerve.  Even our feeble effort to chant “ch ch ch ch… ah ah ah ah met with a little resistance.  We continued walking as few more yards and we could see the camp’s lake up ahead, lit up beautifully by the full moon.

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Unbeknownst to any of us, there was a bunch of kids hidden back in the woods who had a plan, and had actually been thinking along my wavelengths.  No sooner had we settled down about the whole “Jason” thing, two of them jumped out of the brush screaming horrifically at us, meant to terrify us.

At that point, I realized two things.  Number one, I was the sane one who does not scare easily, let alone believe that this could have even had the chance to be real.  Number two… who my friends really were and what I meant to them.  They all turned tail back towards the campsite, leaving me behind to meet an untimely fate with what they believed could have been a deranged mass killer.

I stood there with my arms folded looking at the very creative kids, and congratulated them on their skills of terror.  But I also warned them that their prank could have ended horribly if someone got hurt while running away, or worse, one of the pranksters meeting up with someone who might have been prepared to defend themselves.  A sudden adrenaline rush is nothing to mess around with.  Be that what it was, I told them the prank was a good one.

As for my friends, it was the last time I ever went camping with them.

A Bigger Disappointment


If you have been following recent posts by me, you know who I was routing for in this year’s Super Bowl.  And by now, the results are in, the Seattle Seahawks lost the game to the New England Patriots.  What you may not know, is that I am pretty much okay with the end result.  Sure it is nice to have your favorite team play for a championship, and yes, even nicer if your team wins.  But let us be real, how boring would the NFL be if it were to send the same teams to the big game year after year after year.  There are way more other teams that have not won the big game.  But for my favorite team, they did have their year last year, so I will not be greedy.

But admittedly, I did have hopes that the game would turn out in Seattle’s favor.  But some very odd plays at the very end of the game, combined with what nearly all watching the game (routing for either team) felt was the most unusual call to make on a play that would definitely decide the result, pale in comparison to a comment that I overheard today.

I am not one to sit and listen to talk radio as normally comments made by the hosts are almost always going to be one sided, directed by the credos of either major political party.  So because of conversations like that, when I have a choice, I listen only to music.  But today, unfortunately I was in a situation that left me trapped for about five minutes listening to the most vile, bigoted, and hateful conversation being broadcast over someone’s radio.

It is a shame that in the 21st century that I am even going to say that I was witness to the filth that came out from one of the biggest bigots this country knows.  And only because I believe in freedom of speech, I have to accept his rights to spew his hateful garbage.

I am referring to Rush Limbaugh.  In my life, I am only vaguely familiar with who he is, as my stepfather unfortunately liked to listen to him while occasionally driving me to school.  One of the things I disagreed with my stepfather was his “influences” of which Limbaugh and a cartoonish buffoon by the name of Morton Downey, Jr. (just think a political version of Jerry Springer).

It seems not much has changed for Limbaugh since then.  I know that he has had some image issues over the years, and honestly he has brought them on himself.  Reading news clips that include him, in my opinion, I would consider him a bigot, a pig, a real jackass.  Today, I confirmed it.

On this person’s radio, Limbaugh was talking about his propaganda topics of the day, and then turned his ire towards of all things, the Seattle Seahawks.  Normally the putz is usually after the President of the United States, women’s rights, or racism.  What could this jerk obviously have to say about my favorite football team other than perhaps that he lost in his office pool.

I am going to paraphrase the next part, because I did not have a pen to notate his exact words, so this is all from memory.  Limbaugh claimed that the Seahawks lost the Super Bowl because of racism.  And here was his proof.  The decision to pass the football in an obvious run situation by the best running back in football currently, was because the quarterback, Russell Wilson, is a lighter skin color of black, than the player who had the best chance to win the game, who was a darker tone of black skin color.  Then also made reference to the character of the lighter colored player versus the darker skinned player.

Seriously, I cannot believe that anyone listens to this ass, but sadly I can confirm at least two people were indeed listening to his trash.  Worse, these individuals most likely believe what he was saying.

I do not agree with the decision made by the Seahawks to pass on that particular down.  But as I sit on this side of the television screen, it is not up to me.  But I also know, during that final minute, there were at least two other scenarios that could have made the game come out, still in the Seahawks favor.  But at no time, EVER you bigoted jerk, did race ever have anything to do with the result of the game.  Your comments show your true color, and in spite of the right of freedom of speech, your comments show there is still so much to improve when it comes to race relations and your comments not only show your ignorance, but also turn the clocks back every time you open your mouth.

 

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