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If you type widow into Flickr, you end up with search results of lots of spiders. Black Widows. There are also a few creepy photos of “Widow Maker.” I’m not sure what that is. I found this photo there and … Continue reading
I was reading an article on ehow.com about widows wearing their wedding rings. (The basic theme of the article was that you can wear your ring as long as you want or not wear it or have it remade. There are no rules.)
Smack dab in the middle of the article, between a couple paragraphs, was an ad for “Widows Who Want to Date” with a link to an online dating site.
I wonder if that’s an effective way to get people to join the dating site. I don’t know if this is funny or just sad.
I recently attended a support group for widows (I know, you’re thinking now there’s a good time) and one woman said she used to bake a lot but no longer does. Her daughter wants her to bake because the daughter takes it as a sign of her mother’s love but the mother just can’t summon the energy for it.
The surprising thing was that almost everyone there agreed that they no longer bake. One woman said she used to make great pies but hasn’t made one since her husband died. Another said she used to bake weekly but hasn’t baked at all since her husband died. It seemed to be a consistent thing but certainly not one that I’d thought about.
I think baking must be a sign of nurturing or something. It’s how women show their love–making cookies and cakes. So when the object of love is gone, the desire to bake is gone too.
I hadn’t thought about it but I haven’t baked at all in the past year. I haven’t used my bread maker or baked a cake or made cookies. I used to do all of those things once in a while. There’s still brownie mix sitting in my pantry and I have’t thought to make brownies at all.
I guess your husband dies and that’s it. No more baking.
Image: Candy Heart Cake by bunchofpants via Flickr under a Creative Commons license
We observed the one year anniversary of Dave’s death this month. It wasn’t a day I really wanted to remember. Nick and I met Dave’s sister and her daughter at Roscoe Village near Coschocton, Ohio (http://www.roscoevillage.com/). We enjoyed the afternoon by wandering around the town and looking at the historical exhibits. Certainly getting out of the house and doing something was a good way to spend the day and meeting Dave’s sister and our niece helped too.
OK, this is a sign of something but I’m not sure what.
Right around the time that Dave died, I received a letter from PNC where I do my banking saying that because Dave and I were such good customers, they were assigning us a personal banking assistant.
This guy has been so helpful to me. My banking needs now go something like this. I call or email the assistant and he takes care of it for me. I worked with him on changing the mortgage on my house. He arranged for a safe deposit box for me. He opened a savings account for me.
Most recently I called him and told him I want to buy a car. He had a loan and check to me in 2 days that I can use if I need it. One phone call and that was it.
I guess it makes sense for PNC because it’s a lot easier to give them my business because I just call this guy.
So, is this a sign that I’m lazy? Or relying on convenience? I think it’s just convenience because I still am checking out auto loan rates.
Hmm, now that I think about this, I’m not sure if I ever removed Dave’s name from my checking account. I better call him.