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Love in the Time of…

Posted on: March 18, 2020 | Posted by: Alison Miller

I’m not going to write about what’s going on all around the world right now.

We’re all getting enough of it on a 24 hour basis.

I will, instead, write about Love.

I’m going to write about the power of Love in uncertain times.

The power of Love when our worlds are already, or still, shaky, because our person who made disasters bearable (hopefully) is no longer next to us.

I don’t deny that I’m feeling more anxious.

I’m human, after all. I’m fairly certain, anyways, even though I often feel like I’m really just a hologram in the time since Chuck’s death.

His Love for me was very real, however.

The Love he left behind for me is as real as real could be.

It’s the most real thing in my life.

The only thing that grounds me.

In these crazy apoplectic and apocalyptical times that feel awfully like a Stephen King novel…or at least as I’ve heard his books described, as I’ve never read one...

I think hard about what power I have.

I think about where I can make a difference with the power that I have.

There are plenty of practical things to do, of course, but what is of more value to me are the intangibles.

I understand anxiety and powerlessness and fear and that sense of discombobulation and disorientation.

Emotions and the words to describe them that I felt in the first years following Chuck’s death.

Emotions that still zing through me. Often.

Then, as now, even though it in no way makes up for his physical presence…

I breathe in the Love that he had for me.

That I had for him.

That he left behind for me.

That I carry with me every mile I drive, every breath I take.

And I scatter that Love like diamond dust, in every direction,

Sprinkling it on each person that I meet,

Or correspond with,

Or chat with on the phone,

Or message with on fb,

Or think of in my heart.

A Love as strong as Chuck had for me,

And I had for him,

And we had together,

Not only does not die…

It regenerates and regenerates and regenerates,

I know this to be true because I carry with me all of your Love, reflected in the names of the names of your loved ones on my rig, and within each of the names is the Love they bore for you <3

And each time I scatter it,

It recreates itself into an even stronger and more powerful force,

It is limitless and its’ depths are endless.

I guard it fiercely and I share it fiercely.

This is my power.

Love.

It’s my bodacious and audacious, dynamic and self perpetuating, immortal and boundless…super power.

And it is yours too~

 

Categories: Widowed, Widowed Emotions, Military Widowed, Widowed by Illness

About Alison Miller

My beloved husband Chuck died while we were full timing on the road. We’d rented a condo for our stay in southern CA, and I had to leave 3 weeks after his death. All I knew at that time was that I had to find a way to continue traveling on my own, because settling down without him made me break into a cold sweat. I knew that the only place I’d find any connection to Chuck again was out on the roads we’d been traveling for our last 4 years together. I knew nobody out on the road, I knew grief was a great isolator, and I knew I had to change the way I traveled without him, to make it more emotionally bearable for me. So I bought a new car, had a shade of pink customized for it, bought a tiny trailer and painted the trim in pink, learned how to tow and camp, and set out alone. My anxiety was through the roof, and all I knew to trust was the Love that Chuck left behind for me. I found Soaring Spirits early on, thank god, and the connections I made through SS helped ground me to some extent. I needed to know that other widow/ers were out there in my world, because I felt so disoriented and dislocated. Through Soaring Spirits, as the miles added up, my rig taking me north, south, east and west, I found community. I found sanity…or at least I learned that if I was bat shit crazy, I was in good company, and realizing that ultimately saved my sanity. PinkMagic, my rig, is covered with hundreds of names of loved ones sent to me by my widowed community, and I know it isn’t visible to the naked eye, but I’ll let you in on a secret…she actually illuminates Love as I drive down the many roads in our country, and I can see it through my side view mirror. Love does, indeed, live on~

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