I Won’t Give Up My Widow Membership Card

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Hey friends,

I’m not giving up my widow membership card. Six years ago, I was handed a ticket to one of the worst clubs imaginable. On October 9, 2009, I transitioned from being half of a couple, a loving wife to my husband Jake, to being a widow. Trust me, I didn’t ask for this. At just 36, with a toddler and a preschooler at home, I had plans for our life ahead, and frankly, I didn’t want to be a part of this club at all. So, keep your card! I’d trade it any day for my amazing husband back.

Coming to terms with my new identity as a widow took time. I faced experiences that no one should have to endure. I made the heartbreaking decision on what organs could be donated to help others. I meticulously explained to my little girl about her father’s accident using a script I wrote to protect her from the overwhelming emotions. That night as I tucked her into bed, I felt like I was hovering over our lives, disconnected from the reality of our situation—the shock was so intense that I couldn’t feel much pain at that moment.

I penned his eulogy and shared it during the service. I visited the site of his accident, inhaling the remnants of what was lost. I scattered his ashes in his favorite spots, held his grieving mother, and wrestled with the notion of not being able to say a proper goodbye. I read the police and accident reports, but I still can’t bring myself to open the envelope containing his autopsy report.

For six months, I lay awake at night, feeling an emptiness that no one else could fill. I had to continue raising our children, being both mom and dad while trying to provide them with enough love to counterbalance the significant loss they experienced. I was judged by those around me and found it difficult to fit into social circles that once felt like home.

As I navigated this journey, I learned that the members of this “club” are some of the strongest individuals you’ll ever meet. Grief teaches you invaluable lessons about life, love, and compassion, even though it comes at a heavy price. I wouldn’t wish my pain on anyone, but I would gladly share the perspective I gained.

Over time, I accepted my membership in this tough club. Widowhood has shaped me, but it doesn’t define me. I’ve forged deep friendships with those who understand my journey and have adjusted my goals and outlook. I’ve cried, laughed, learned, and evolved—not only as a widow but as a person.

And yes, I’ve remarried. Cue the crickets “But wait!” some might say. “You can’t be a widow anymore!” According to some, the moment you find love again, you have to give up your identity as a widow. But let’s be real here: just because I’m married to a wonderful man named Tom now doesn’t erase my love for Jake.

I’m still Jake’s widow while being Tom’s wife. Both identities coexist. When people ask if I ever stop missing Jake, the answer is a solid no. Love is unique, and it doesn’t diminish just because you find new love. In fact, I believe that great love amplifies your capacity for even more love in life.

So, I won’t relinquish my widow card. I won’t succumb to societal pressure to define myself neatly. Life is complicated. Love is messy. Death is even messier. I’m a wife. I’m a widow. I’m a complex individual who has loved deeply, lost profoundly, and continues to navigate this wild journey called life.

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Summary: This heartfelt reflection shares the journey of navigating widowhood, the struggle of loss, and the complexities of love and identity. Embracing both her past and present, the author highlights the lessons learned through grief and the strength found in community, ultimately affirming that love is not a finite resource.