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So I Don’t Fade~

Posted on: August 31, 2016 | Posted by: Alison Miller

I do love writing for Widows Voice.  It’s my saving grace each week.

But I also struggle, many weeks, to come up with something to write here.

Not because I have nothing to write about. 

But because there is so much to write about that words and sentences fail me.

Each time I sit down to write, here or on my personal blog, or on my Happily Homeless page, I struggle with how honest I should be, need to be, want to be.

Not because I’m concerned about being honest, really, but how many times can you say the same thing in different, interesting ways?  And how honest can I be without people worrying that I’m suicidal or depressed or any of the other judgements waiting out in the atmosphere?

Do I write about how I’m figuring out this widowhood, bravely marching through and on and forward?  Building and creating a life for myself, doing Chuck proud, all of which is true…

But, honestly, doesn’t mean a thing to me.

And I know you understand what I mean when I write that.

Or, do I write honestly, from deep in my heart, about what a battle it is to not let despair take over, and exhaustion.

When I was first given the opportunity to write here, I seized on it as a responsibility that would ensure that I had at least one thing that required me to show up each week.

It is still my saving grace each week, whether I stare at the empty page with a blank mind or not.

This past weekend I stepped out in public to share my story officially, for the first time.  Presentations and workshops around the country…that’s what I’m doing with this next part of my life.  And it was wonderful and beautiful and I felt powerful and sure and certain.  Who knows my story better than I, right?

But, at the end of the day, as I drove my rig back to where I’m currently housesitting, I felt so fucking alone.  No matter how amazing it was, I still sat down in the house with a bowl of cereal for supper, and watched a show on my laptop.  Yes, I spoke to my kids, I spoke to friends, because I can’t give in to the loneliness and I know I’m the only one who can change the energy, blah, blah, blah.

But…you know…still alone, and silence was everywhere around me.  Most especially, in my heart.

It would be so very easy to fade away.  Take my rig and drive off into the wilderness somewhere and just be there until…I don’t have a clue.

But I don’t want to worry my kids, or those who love me, so I don’t.  And I fight the despair and loneliness and broken shreds of my being.

And every Tuesday evening, I write my blog here.

So I don’t fade away.

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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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