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Wandering~

Posted on: January 9, 2019 | Posted by: Alison Miller

I wander quite frequently. It’s mostly what I’ve done, and what I do, in this widowland.

For 5 years and counting now.

Physically and mentally…I wander.

Physically, in that I’ve spent these years since the death of my beloved husband wandering the country in my pink car, towing my equally pink [email protected] Teardrop trailer behind me.

Mentally, in that my mind is seldom where I am, physcially.

It’s mostly in the past, honestly. Or totally daydreaming, a la’ Walter Mitty.

The physical part…driving this pink car…looks delightful and colorful.

And it is, of course. And I mean every bit of it.

This widowed life requires it of me.

Color and adventure or lose my sanity.

The mental part, that is so strongly attached to my emotional parts, is equally real, even though it isn’t real at all, because it is, well, the past that I once had. I know, of course, that it’s dead and gone, as Chuck is dead and gone, but in every way that matters to me, it is more real, and more pleasant, than the emotional and physical terrain of the present.

Even though we, as widows, aren’t supposed to compare ourselves and our grief to anyone else’s, do you ever look at other widows and wonder how they seem to be fully grounded, and, I don’t know, happy? And joyous? In a genuine way, not just putting on the face.

It’s been 5 years and 8 months since Chuck died. I guess I expect to feel more grounded at this point. A bit more sure of myself and what I’m doing. Or what I want to do. I guess I hoped? that I’d feel a little lighter in my heart by now.

And I hesitate to speak to widows newly on the path about how it still is for me. That I still feel discombobulated. Disoriented. Dislocated. Dis…so many things. It isn’t encouraging, I know.

If anything, I feel more so many things now. Along with a sense of Chuck disappearing into my distant past. Did we even really exist, I wonder? 

I look at others in my community and read what they do and how they think and the tools they use and I implement those tools, and whatever else I can think of, in an effort to make this different. I keep my heart open. I connect with people in beautiful ways. I push my comfort zones. I educate myself. I immerse myself in efforts towards this being at least some bit better than it has been.

Or, conversely, I think, what the fuck…I’m just going to allow myself to be sad. Let the crazy out. Be a loner. Shut myself away. Be that old woman who scares kids away because she dresses in black, with a black veil obscuring her face.

Just let myself be what I fight against being.

Widowhood is the clusterfuck of clusterfucks, in my mind. 

I absolutely, 100%, unequivically, DO NOT recommend it.

But since I’m here in it, well…back to daydreaming of a long ago Love story…

Categories: Widowed & Unmarried, Widowed Memories, Widowed Emotions, Widowed Community, Widowed by Illness, Miscellaneous

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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