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Not an Identity Crisis~

Posted on: July 10, 2019 | Posted by: Alison Miller

I don’t want to only be known as a widow. 

I’m more than that.

But I don’t know what I am any longer.

I’ve heard and read such words so frequently in these 6 years since Chuck’s death.

What and who am I now?

Am I single? Am I still married? How do I define myself?

Honestly, these are the same questions that most people ask themselves at a certain point in life, I expect.

Identity issues arise at each new season of our lives, don’t they?

Widowhood merely exacerbates the questions. Speeds up the crisis.

It’s nothing new.

I was always more than Chuck’s wife. I was a hospice volunteer, then a paid employee. I ran a successful non-profit that I’d started. I was a mom, a daughter, a sister…I had all the various identities, like we all do.

But being Chuck’s wife was the best. The happiest of my times. The most fulfilling. That was the relationship that called forth all the best in me and helped me live passionately.

And then he died.

Dead husband.

I practiced forming the word widow in the weeks prior to his death, knowing that was the only outcome. I’d let it roll around in my head. I’d say it aloud.

Of course I really had no concept of the starkness, the devastation of the word. It instinctively caused me to flinch away. 

I despised the word when it finally came home to roost, 3 weeks after the fucking cancer diagnosis.

Widow.

What the fuck did it mean?

6 years later, I still despise it, even as I embrace it familiarly. 

But you mustn’t define yourself in such a way people will say to me…in an almost demanding tone that really means stop using that word!

Well, legally I am a widow, so there’s that.

I was Chuck Dearing’s wife and he’s dead, which makes me his…widow.

It rolls off of my tongue more easily now than it did in the early years.

I still don’t like it. Because, you know, the dead husband thing.

I hate it, really, but I still tell people that I’m a widow.

Not for sympathy or anything like that, but because it’s true.

And the life I’m living now, the life that I’ve created for myself…as colorful as it is, as adventurous as it appears…exists only because I have a dead husband. 

Which makes me, again, say it out loud….a widow.

I’m still a mom. Still a daughter, though one with 2 dead parents. I’m a sister to numerous siblings. An auntie, a cousin. 

We all fill many roles in our lives.

Widow is the one that makes people squeamish, causing them to say oh, you’re so much more than a widow! You’re this and this and this. Pay attention over there to those, not to that one word.

Well, I’m here to tell you, folks. If Chuck was alive, I’d still be his wife.

Since he’s dead, and always will be, I’m his widow.

And it’s up to me to define what that word means to me in this life, same as every other role I fill.

We can’t let others define us, no matter what.

We have to develop ourselves within each role and make them meaningful to us alone. 

Nobody else.

Even if a lovely and passionate man comes into my life again someday, I’ll remain Chuck Dearing’s widow.

And in my world where nothing is okay because he’s dead and I can’t stand it that he is, I’ve found a place for that identity too.

I’m making it mine. I’m owning it for me and who he and I were together and who I am now.

What anyone else thinks of it, or me, is none of my business.

I’m Chuck Dearing’s widow and I choose to live life in the after as colorfully as possible, because I refuse to do it any other way. My very sanity is at stake here, and I know it.

So…I define it. For me. Nobody else.

And the rest of the world be damned.

I say that with great Love, of course~

Categories: Widowed & Unmarried, 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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