I hate widowhood! Since my wife died on Christmas morning of 2013, I have been forced to deal with life after spousal loss—every day, every night. Meeting her as a teenager, choosing to marry when we were both 19 years old, being married for 41 years, then losing her has forced me to deal with thoughts and feelings that can make a person question their sanity. I chose to be married. I did not choose loss, nor the marital status that comes with it. It’s been a dozen years since Ruth Ann died. I’m still standing. I’m a with survivor, but that doesn’t change the fact that I hate widowhood!
“Together” died when she died. No more presence. Deafening silence. No more touch. No more holding hands as we walk or when we sit together at church. No more dates. No more hugs. No kisses. No more talks. My “sounding board” is gone. No more ministry together. I hate widowhood!
However, I can also say, I’m proud to be a widower! How could it be that someone both hates something, yet is proud of it? Being a widower suggests I was blessed by God to be married. The only way a person can become widowed is they have to have said, “I do.” Not everyone born into this world is privileged to experience life together in a marriage relationship. Thousands upon thousands of adults in our country are “never marrieds.” They have never experienced this unparalleled blessing. I got to enjoy that blessing—for over four decades! I’m deeply grateful for that blessing.
I’m also proud to be a widower because it proves I did what I promised I would do: “…in sickness and in health…’til death do us part.” Divorce is too common in our world. Marriage can be a challenging life experience. Phases of hardship are inevitable. Bad marriages end in a variety of ugly ways. Good marriages end in only one way: death. That means someone is left behind. A marriage can end in a sudden tragic experience or due to a long-term health struggle. Parkinson’s Disease gifted me with the honor of caring for my wife for over eight years in her decline. Caregiving is challenging, even when you love that person dearly. However, it is also a compassionate ministry in which we are helping that other person with their one-time transition from this life into eternity. What a gift to give your spouse!
I hate widowhood, yet I’m proud to be a widower. Sounds weird, doesn’t it? Who wouldn’t prefer to be married? Most adults marry, for good reasons. The value of blessings increases because you have someone to enjoy them with. The weight of burdens is lightened because they are shared with your life partner. It’s an appealing way to live—together (with someone you love and someone that loves you).
If you are married, treasure that blessing. Make it as magnificent as the two of you can with the help of the Lord. Don’t dwell on it, but don’t forget it: Your marriage has an end, just like it had a beginning, and you don’t know when the end is. So, celebrate the landmarks, but cherish every single day.
If you are widowed, remember how blessed you were (and still are!) because of your marriage. We can be thankful for what we had, but no longer have, when we realize we are still enjoying blessings because of that marriage. Be proud of the fact your story includes this epithet: Promise made. Promise kept.
~Dean Miller
