The Daring Widow

Last Sunday I was driving to my grandma's home and the tears just started flowing.  Anger, frustration, stress, sadness, pride in handling things with grace... all the emotions were there.  I was about to embark on my third home move in the past three years - a move for every year since Matt passed away.   Studies show that losing a spouse, child or very closed loved one is the most stressful thing an adult can experience. That list also includes moving homes and caring for aging parents or grandparents.  Unfortunately my high stress list has been getting checked off since June 2022.  The first move was for my mom who had a stroke nearly six months to the day after Matt's death.  The kids and I downsized to a smaller home last fall and now my fiercely independent 95 year old grandma needs to be in an environment with 24 hour care.   I won't lie, I have had days when I have asked God "Why? Truly, I have shown you I can handle hard things. You don't need...

  It has been a minute since I have honestly had the time to sit down and write a new post.  My last post had found us back from Spring Break, and me feeling light and happy, even joyous. But all of those feelings were undone simply by receiving a letter in the mail.  I will be the first to admit that going on dates again ... twenty some years after your last one has been a lesson in how things have changed.  I never felt the need to tell my friends where I was going, share my location, or fear having someone pick me up at my house in 2000.  I am, by nature, a trusting person, so to now be in a dating space in 2025, I have to remember that times have changed.  I now have kids to protect as well as myself.   So imagine my surprise when I received a letter in March from a man I saw twice in February.  It was my fault that he had my address- I felt safe in having him pick me up for our first date.  But in hindsight, that was an error in my judge...

I've felt lighter recently.  My heart has been happy.  We are finally settled into our home.  Our sick puppy's mysterious ailments have been diagnosed.  Ada, my daughter, and I have been traveling for dance competitions and our family just came back from a week in Mexico.  Hell, I even went on a date.  Life is swirling around us.  People have told me I am glowing, that I am radiating energy.  This isn't just a really good bronzer, friends.  I actually think that this is me appearing even more clearly from a shroud of grief.   I see it in my children too.  I recently looked at pictures from our first Spring Break after Matt had passed.  The kids and I flew to the Canary Islands.  We all look pleasant, and I am sure it wasn't the 18 hours of travel, but our eyes are flat and dull... we were going through the motions.  Coping.  Sad.  When I look at my children now, they are laughing and buzzing and even quiet C...

I have been unpacking since our move in September. Both literally and figuratively.  Boxes and totes and emotions and feelings. Each box bringing up memories of a former life, a full life as a family of four.  A life of happiness and laughter and love and sadness and hospital trips and cancer. It’s been a daunting task to keep all the memories, happy and sad untangled.  To not feel a wave of sadness as I come across an old bottle of Matt’s medication, or hospital badges, or records of cars long since sold.  I have lost myself looking through his clothes, old pictures, just knick-knacks long forgotten.  There was much excitement of a new start in a new house. But the way things worked out, by the time I had the assurance my buyers wanted to proceed with the deal to the time I needed to move, I had ten days to pack up and go. I felt confident that we could do this.  I mean we moved from Michigan to North Carolina to Kansas in a span of three years.  Ten ...

So... I have been dating... in secret.  Ever since I decided it was time for me to begin meeting new people, I have found myself being secretive.  Of course, I know that not everyone needs to know my business, but as I think back on this first year and a half of dating, I have not been honest with myself.  I have not been honest with my friends and family and as such I have not been open and authentically myself.   My first date after Matt passed was actually with a long lost friend.  He lives out of state and happened to post a picture on Facebook of himself hunting a few hours South of me.  A quick comment on a photo led to a flurry of messages and phone calls.  I remember exactly where I was on that first phone call.  The first time I heard his voice in twenty-six years his deep Southern drawl unearthed a faint memory I had buried somewhere in my brain.  But what really caught me off guard was that he called me Allie.  Subsequently, e...

As I have mentioned previously, one of Matt's lasting gifts to me was the gift of peace.  He was such a thoughtful, kind, thorough husband and human being and, as such, he truly did have nearly everything done before he left this Earth.   We had the funeral plots selected, the type of burial service chosen, knew all the pallbearers- if it was to be done, Matt and I had talked about it and made decisions.   However, as a man who's last few texts to me before passing included information on our taxes, you know he would have most definitely left me a list of things to follow up on after his death.  I did not find this controlling or demeaning, rather the opposite.  To me, this list of to-dos brought me comfort.  Pay taxes - check.  Call the Social Security office - check.  Follow up on his student loan - check.  One by one, every last box on his list was checked off.   There was, however, one "to-do" that was only spoken amongst a few ...