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Alone…or On Your Own?

Alone…or On Your Own?

Epiphany ~a(1):  a usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something (2):  an intuitive grasp of reality through something (as an event) usually simple and striking (3):  an illuminating discovery, realization, or disclosure. Merriam-Webster

“Who are you looking for?” the waiter asked. Presumably my hesitancy at the entrance to the restaurant gave me away. But I resisted his help, knowing full well he didn’t know my friend and couldn’t tell me if she was there or not. In a perverse mood, I answered, ‘no one…someone…myself!’  I smiled at him.

No surprise that he didn’t smile back. Looking like a deer in headlights, he must have thought me yet another lunatic to deal with at the end of a long, hard day. Ordinarily I would have felt remorse for my seemingly flippant response, but for some reason I felt absolutely inspired instead. My moment of epiphany occurred at the entrance to the bar door, thanks to the waiter’s query. Who was I looking for? Who indeed.

That’s been the question all along since my husband died over a year-and-a-half ago. There is a certain kind of man, physically strong, lovely to look at, charismatic and hugely energetic, who convinces us he’ll outlast everyone around him—take care of everyone else; but he doesn’t. That kind of man is often struck down suddenly, inexplicably, without warning or recourse, leaving all of us behind to fend for ourselves. It seems such a cruel trick, we feel so let down, almost cheated, when that kind of person loses their life seemingly ‘too soon’; snatched by a higher power when we’d accepted the idea that there wasn’t one where he was concerned. But just like the political systems that promise us perpetual care, that kind of man can take away our ‘selves’ with his own, cleverly disguised need. Once gone, there are a lot of foundering souls struggling to find their footing without him, and none so desperately as those who were closest to the flame when it burned.

But there’s something more insidious at work for the widow of ‘that kind of man’. The loss of a dominant personality with all it’s intricate interdependencies is challenging, yet not the ultimate test.  All manner of friends and medical professionals have been working to teach me the difference between being ‘alone’ and ‘on your own’; a distinction I understood intellectually right from the start, but found less than helpful hair-splitting, obviously designed to make the newly widowed or divorced feel less lonely. That’s an admirable goal, and yet the sense of abandonment is there anyway, no matter how much emotional muscle you have. Why? Is it all about feeling ostracized for being ‘one’ instead of ‘two’ in a culture and society championing pairs?

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Holding My Own

Holding My Own

Oh my God, what am I going to do?  I shot up in bed in a cold sweat; not comforting at 3:30 a.m. when you have early appointments the next day. Reassured by my IPhone that it was not yet the accepted time for rising, I forced myself to lie back on my pillow faking… Continue Reading