Mixed feelings…

by ncwinters on September 12, 2009

…has never been a more monumental understatement.

The last week has been the most powerful of my life. It contained my lowest low and my highest high both within two days of each other.

My father, James Winters died on September fourth, 2009. He died from a complication from fifty plus years of smoking. The details of his death are not as relevant for me at this time, so much as the more extensive sense of utter loss. I miss him terribly and have spent some time reflecting on what it means to take relationships for granted, be they family, friend or any other loved one. I realize I don’t put as much effort as I’d like to into sustaining strong relationships with those I care about and those who are important to me. I hope his death can canonize the importance of those who are alive now. I will miss his words, his laugh and his smile. Every day a different instance comes up where I’d love to have his opinion or show something off to him or get his advice or simply hear his voice. I can’t anymore and I know that. I also know that while there is extensive support and positive sentiment about loss and the memory of someone still existing in your heart, the fact of the matter is simply that I miss him. Maybe my spiritual side is lacking, and I know I have real issues with faith, but ultimately I’m selfishly interested in what happens in this life, in this world, in this plane of reality. This is where I feel I’ve been neglectful in my relationships. This life is what matters personally to me. Not the afterlife, not the spiritual “after”, but the real and now. I will always remember his words and his guidance and his sense of humor and I know that time will help heal some of my immediate sadness. My concern about the material, the here and now is based on my immediate emotions, which have been keyed up pretty high recently. I know my memory of him will help sustain me in the long run, and I know he is proud, but for now, I know I miss him. I also know that I don’t show grief very well, and some may think I’m burying emotions. This is hardly the case, but the circumstance surrounding my father’s death push me to live for the right now, and be happy and positive for the right now. After all, this is what he wanted, so much that he kept his sickness from me until it was too late. I didn’t get to say goodbye to my father, and I realize that’s a cliché that doesn’t make a lot of sense. I can’t think of a moment where it would be okay to lose someone and be comforted by their passing. I know he was in pain and that he is in “a better place” in that he isn’t living a life of misery and illness, but death sucks. He’s gone and the rest of us are still here. I realize that the important thing is that life is here and now, and that there’s never a good time to say goodbye. One phrase that comes up in my mental dialogue over and over is simply that:

“It would have been nice.”

It would have been nice for him to have been alive at least a few more days. A few more days, a few more years, again, there’s never a good time to say goodbye, but in a few more days, he could have seen the most wonderful event in my life that was the birth of my son.

My son, Jackson Riley Winters, was born on September sixth, 2009. He came into the world a bit late, and his mom had to go through quite an ordeal to allow him to come into the world. Like his parents, he wanted to stay in bed and get up late, and like his dad, he had to throw expectations out the window. Ginger was originally due August 30th, but ended up going late. While scheduled for an induction September sixth, she wound up going into labor on the evening of the fifth. Jackson, ultimately his father’s son, just had to be contrary. Ginger’s labor was long and painful and seventeen hours later, ended up having to have a cesarean birth anyway. She was in no danger, but Jackson was making it impossible to bring himself into the world a normal way. Besides being turned the wrong way and stuck, he also was a whopping 8 lbs. 11 0z. at birth, making a “regular” delivery impossible. Regular is a relative term, as the cesarean was the only safe and healthy way for mom and baby.

He is an absolute joy. I was nervous and cynical about the technicolor bonds that exist between newborn and new parent, worrying I might not have them, and feeling like a stranger to this tiny person who had just come into my world. His first cry in the world shattered that thought and after seeing him for the first time, the rest of my fears were blown away. I won’t get all gushy, but dammit if it wasn’t the most amazing feeling and bond in the world, and this coming from a confirmed cynic. I almost hate myself for how sappy I get with this kid, this ‘insert metaphor here’ feeling for this beautiful spawn of my loins. He’s healthy, big, strong and beautiful. He has all his senses, and we have an instant bond. This kind of crap was not what I was expecting. Oh sure, I was hoping he would turn out okay and not have too many weird creepy alien newborn features, but I wanted to keep my expectations realistic. He ended up being the best thing I could have hoped for. None of the weirdness I was expecting was left, even his little umbilical cord lost any grotesqueness, and even now that blows me away.

I love my son. I love him already. As I type this tonight, I watch him in his bouncer, snuggled up and asleep. I know it won’t last, and he’ll have to be fed soon, but while I have a few moments to reflect on the past week, I realize I have the opportunity to remember my father in a new way. His words, his lessons, his humor and his kindness will be passed on to my son. It won’t quite be the same, and I would give anything to have Jackson be able to see his Grandpa’s face, and to see the look on my Dad’s face. I would want to show off, I would want to say: “look what I’ve done”, and I would want to see them connect. It isn’t a question of whether or not I want his praise, though I know he loved me. It just…would have been nice to have them connect. Just a few days, and he could have heard his voice. Just a few days and he could have seen his face. I miss my dad, and I wish my son could have met the man. I know there’s some poetic cyclical closure to be had, and maybe someday I’ll be able to appreciated the profoundness of it all. But for now, that’s bullshit. It would have been nice to see the connection, to ask my father for advice on ways to raise my kid, to see the joy in his eyes as he made his grandson laugh. It would have been nice to watch him come up the walk and see our new place, and the home we have built with a complete family living inside in my life. That can’t happen now.

I’m overjoyed to have my son in my life, and I think it’s the best way I’ve been able to deal cope handle the sense of loss, or at least compartmentalize it for now. I realize this post is contrary and conflicting. I’m realizing that I’m not sure how I’ll ever reconcile the two events in any clear way. I’m pretty sure it won’t be in a neat little made-for-TV bow where “one life goes out as one comes in”. I just don’t know right now, and I think that’s okay. Thanks to everyone for their warm wishes. Thanks to everyone for their support. I’m as okay as I think I can be. There’s much to think about, and perhaps there’s nothing to think about. For now, I will cherish the new life of my son while keeping my dad in my mind and heart for guidance, support and laughter.

I miss you Dad, and I love you, Jackson. It would have been nice to have you meet one another.

dad2James Benton Winters

jackson4webJackson Riley Winters


{ 17 comments… read them below or add one }

Adrian Try September 12, 2009 at 2:44 am

That was very moving. Thanks for sharing, and for reminding us all about what is important in life.

Jensen September 12, 2009 at 2:51 am

Thank you for letting us read this. Thinking of your family in this time.

Konstantin September 12, 2009 at 5:57 am

Wonderful post.

My deepest condolences for your father and utter congratulations for your beautiful baby boy.

Life’s bittersweet. Your son will meet your father through you.

Jamie September 12, 2009 at 10:01 am

God N.C.
I feel so for you and your family, I have not seen or spoke to you and years but reading that just moved me to tears. I know you will be a wonderful father and that baby is a blessing.

Scott September 12, 2009 at 10:10 am

Wow dude… my heart goes out to you. Very sorry to hear about your pops… and big congrats on the mini. never said that in the same sentence… can only imagine what a roller coaster you are on. take care bro… and im sure you have a solid support crew – but if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.

Emily September 12, 2009 at 10:33 am

NC, this is absolutely the most beautiful writing of a father I have ever seen, maybe even the best of a parent who just wants to take a second and share with the world how he feels about important lives in his own life. Thank you for sharing this and allowing us to know what you experienced with these amazing events and know that you have a plethora of support from friends and family who are able to participate in these experiences. Congratulations and love to your family.

Mel September 12, 2009 at 10:31 pm

Your words have toughed me deeply. Our lives have taken different roads, but I’ll always treasure our friendship. Years of being neighbors and growing up together. Some of my fondest childhood memories include you and your family. Many times your parents were my shoulder to cry on as well. The loss of Jim exemplifies just how fragile life really is. In the end it is the memories we have to hold on to of the friends and loved ones that have touched our hearts and lives. Here is to Jim, the man he was and the man he will continue to be in our hearts. Enjoy your memories with Jackson and Ginger. Enjoy your beautiful family.
Love and God Bless.

Leslie September 15, 2009 at 12:03 am

Thank you for this gift, for sharing your beautiful heart. I’ve always seen it in you, through all the joking and cynicism, and that’s why you are so precious to me. Your father has helped you learn to feel your heart deeply, and now you will pass that love on to your son. That is all a child ever wants, and truly what he most needs, from his father.
Blessed indeed…in this moment…and this moment…

Daniel Edlen September 17, 2009 at 11:09 am

Beautifully said, while lived. Not to identify with your events too much, but my wife is due early January. Her brother died suddenly, unexpectedly in Feb. ’08. He should’ve been here, here to meet our little Abbey Grace. But then Life has its plans. My wife said, after Jason died, that she felt like gravity had suddenly started working sideways. Now with a baby, it’ll be completely upside down. 🙂 Again, beautifully said, so thank you for sharing.


ANNA & NORA September 17, 2009 at 6:40 pm

Hey congrats! Just got the word here (I (Anna) just came back from vacation to NY-awesome city btw! def want to go back!) and decided to check your blog. Sorry to hear about your Dad. Hope everything’s great with you and the fam, you guys did a good job! Jackson’s sooooo cute! You gotta come visit with him! Pleeeeassse! Take care!

Melissa September 17, 2009 at 11:53 pm

This is really beautiful N.C. as is your little boy. I feel the same way about my dad and it has been very hard with little Dune. Every day I think about what a great grandpa he would have been.
Nothing will ever replace your dad, but you will take all his life’s lessons and teach them to your son. Everyday I am reminded of little lessons my dad taught me.
I know it doesn’t bring your dad back, but I am so glad you have experienced the joys of parenthood. It is truly the most remarkable role to be in.
I can’t wait until our little boys can meet! Give Ginger a hug for me.

Cliffa September 20, 2009 at 11:03 pm

Cherish fatherhood as I know your dad did being able to call you son. I don’t think until you hold your own child, there is any way to grasp the concept of parenthood…it is a remarkable thing! You are a special son and now a special father. Great sorrow and great joy often weave together in the cruelest fashion.

We were gone when we heard about your son and returning now find out about your dad. Carl and I both send our love, condolences and with greatful hearts our joy….please know if there is some way we can help….just ask. Our love to you and Gin…please hug little Jackson for us. Ask Gin to hug you once just for me…..LY, Cliffa

ThomasIII September 21, 2009 at 11:26 am

Thankyou for sharing this. I just looked your name up because i loved your piece for the tarot card show and stumbled upon this powerful piece. Congratulations and condolences, your son is adorable and your father seems like he would be proud. hope to meet soon.

Tamixes September 21, 2009 at 12:37 pm

Congrats! Jackson is beautiful!

When my son was born these words were imprinted on my mind “Naked came I from my mother’s womb and naked shall I return”. I can understand a bit about your bittersweet circumstance as my son was conceived (unbeknown to me) the week my sister died.

Sandra October 8, 2009 at 5:10 am

Wow! Just came across your website today via another Apple Mac site and saw this story of your dad and your son. Sorry about your dad and congrats on your beautiful little boy.

How cruel and wonderful life can be at the same time huh, but I guess that is what makes us the people that we are. I know men usually don’t want to admit how smitten they are with their kids, but I think it was very cool of you to talk about your love for Jackson so openly. And believe you me … that love for one’s own child only gets stronger and you only get more smitten as they grow older and evolve into their own little people with their own personalities.

So be prepared to brag for many more years to come … its just a wonderful privilege to have kids … period ! .. and we must all realize that before they are all grown up.

Enjoy the little boy – these early years fly by and are so very, very precious 🙂

Nicholas October 19, 2009 at 8:07 am

I am a stranger to you. We have never met, but I appreciate you sharing one of the most profound, raw and complicated musings I have ever had the privilege to read…

Tony Djukic January 11, 2010 at 9:50 am

Great post – I can completely relate. My daughter’s due date is 2 days to the year after the passing of my father. As we prepare her nursery the focal point is a photo of my father and another of my mother-in-law who passed away 6 months later – however, knowing that a child was on the way, she had a councillor at the hospital transcribe a letter for her unborn grand-child.

Congratulations on your newborn.

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