Change in some of the Utah laws and yet another case…

Utah lawmakers tweak Utah adoption laws - I’m a little behind in posting this and when I read it this morning I wasn’t going to bother, yet here I am because I don’t know whether to be angry, or bemused that it is 2013 and just now this is being added…

“The Office of Licensing will be required by SB183 to implement ethical rules that prohibit adoption agencies or employees from providing false or misleading information.”

Shouldn’t that have been a given from day one?

Meanwhile at the Utah Supreme Court another contested adoption case is being heard…

Utah Supreme Court weighs Pennsylvanian’s adoption fight

Back in May of 2010 the girlfriend of Christopher Carlton left their home – she was due June of 2010.  Apparently she contacted him and told him she gave birth to a boy who was sick, then told him he had died.  Carlton went to court in PA to get the right to know where his son was buried which was granted.  The girlfriend then tells him that his son had not passed away, but rather alive and had been adopted but didn’t tell him where.  After taking her to court again to find out where his son was born she then tells him it was in Utah and which adoption agency.  Apparently it took even longer to find out he didn’t have a son, rather he had a daughter.

“It was only in May 2011, after Carlton filed a second amended petition and while he was deployed in Iraq, that he learned his child was a girl.”

Of course when you read the article (and you should read it) you will see so many familiar names…

And now, almost three years after the child was born the case is being heard by the Utah Supreme Court.

When is Utah going to say enough is enough?

 

In Honor Of My Father

By Shadow

Day 4 and my feelings on Natural Fathers? This one is easy. I wrote this poem for D, my first father. It was in honor of our first Father’s Day together. It still makes me smile. I hope you enjoy it.

“To my Father”
By Shadow June 2006

For all those years, I did not know.
Just how deep the feelings really did go.
Just how strong the bond would be,
And how so very important he was to me.
Even though we had never met,
For some reason, this man, I could not forget.

Why did this stranger always seem to have this place in my heart?
Why, in my life, did he play such a big part?
Who was this man? Did he even know,
That I existed, that I missed him so.
Did he ever wonder? Would he someday find me,
Or would we be better off to just let things be?

Although I wouldn’t admit it, and I told myself I didn’t care,
I needed to know him. I needed him to care.
I buried the feelings so deep down inside,
But the truth will come out. The truth you can’t hide.

As time passed on, the desire grew stronger.
Who was this man? I could wait no longer.
Something inside would not let me be.
The time had come to set the truth free.

For years I wondered, did he really just walk away,
Or was there more to the story, something no one would say?
Then my heart told me, I wasn’t being fair.
How did I know for sure, he really didn’t care?

I had to know. I could wait no more.
When I knocked, would he slam the door?
God took control at that point and time,
As He usually does when He has something in mind.
For on that day when I was conceived,
A gift from God was later to be received.
At that time no one realized what God had done,
All would have to wait for the right time to come,
And on that day so far in the past,
God created a bond, a bond that would always last.

That bond he placed between this man and me,
Because He knew someday strangers we would no longer be.
There are certain bonds that can’t be broken,
By time, or lies, or things unspoken.
A bond created by God’s own hand,
Can never be destroyed by mere mortal woman or man.

So in God’s perfect time the truth was revealed.
And now with his help my heart is beginning to heal.
This man is a blessing, a gift God gave to me,
And to this man I hope a blessing I will also always be.

The End.

What more can I say about my feelings on first fathers? D and I have had our ups and downs, as all reunions do. The poem still fits, is still true, and will always be.

Love you Dad,

Shadow

TAO’s thoughts on the Natural Fathers prompt