Small Pebble in Widow Creek
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I have been a small pebble in the fast-moving widow creek for eleven months. The churning waters have bounced me from one side of the river to the other. At times, I have been dunked underwater, unable to breathe. Wiser, more experienced widows have protected me from the rapids by sidelining me in an eddy’s churning waters. The river eddy can spin me around and send me backward. But at least I avoid total disaster.
With Jan’s love, I hope to help someday others avoid calamity in Widow Creek.
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On January 3rd, I wrote an article titled "Why Am I Still Defined as a Widow?". In the article, I expressed my confusion and frustration over being referred to as a widow despite having moved on from the loss of my spouse. I explained how I have chosen to live life to the fullest with meaning and purpose and have discovered the transformative power of loving and being loved. I also mentioned that I play many roles in life, including that of a father, grandfather, community activist, advocate, and observant Jew. I am a complex and multifaceted individual. Therefore, I requested the reader to consider me as such.
My friend and reader of my blog, Mark Annett, read my blog post. He wrote, "Your quest for a new term for the widow was noble. So, I shared your post with ChatGPT for some help. Here is what it came up with…
