Welcome to the Misadventures of Widowhood blog!
In January of 2012 my soul mate of 42 years passed away after nearly 12 years of living with severe disabilities due to a stroke. I survived the first year after Don’s death doing what most widows do---trying to make sense of my world turned upside down. The pain and heartache of loss, my dark humor, my sweetest memories and, yes, even my pity parties are well documented in this blog.
Now that I’m a "seasoned widow" the focus of my writing has changed. I’m still a widow looking through that lens but I’m also a woman searching for contentment, friends and a voice in my restless world. Some people say I have a quirky sense of humor that shows up from time to time in this blog. Others say I make some keen observations about life and growing older. I say I just write about whatever passes through my days---the good, bad and the ugly. Comments welcome and encouraged. Let's get a dialogue going! Jean
Friday, February 24, 2012
Selling the Silver Anniversary Corvette
I’m getting ready to sell it now. I don’t have mixed feelings about that decision but I’m sure there are a few people who think I’m moving too fast considering Don’s passing was just over a month ago. I’ve read many stories written by other widows of how they can’t let go of their husband’s vehicles even though holding on to them is putting their financial futures in great jeopardy, still making payments they can no longer afford. For me, that doesn’t even enter into the picture. The car isn’t costing me anything to continue storing in the garage and I’m not planning to move from here until a year from this coming summer. The way I view it, I did for Don what I could do for him while he was here to enjoy it. Selling the Corvette so soon doesn’t make a statement about the depth of my love (or lack there of as some have implied) for my husband. I’m just a realist and getting the car ready for a spring sale makes the most sense.
The Corvette was fun to drive when we felt like playing and I drove it back and forth to college the year when I was finishing up my degree. (Don thought that was appropriate since it took me 25 years to go back to school and the car was the 25th anniversary model.) Even after Don could no longer drive the car it never lost its place in his heart. He was proud to own it. I will always treasure the memories the Vette helped us build but now it’s time to let go and move on. ©
Link to my other blog entry about Don and his Vette can be found here.