"People kept giving me space, all of us hoping my grief had a half-life, but I didn't
need space. I needed to say Miles's name out loud. I needed them to not flinch when
I said it. Weren't they curious about the color of his eyes? I needed them to acknowledge
not just that he had died but that he had lived."
This honest and often raw memoir, 'Unremarried Widow' by Artis Henderson arose from an article she wrote for 'The New York Times' in 2010, entitled 'In Grief, a Mother and Wife Bond'. The title comes from the classification that the United States military uses to refer to the wife of a soldier who has been killed while on active duty. This memoir traces the author's first meeting of her husband Miles; her struggles with adjusting to military life; his deployment to Iraq and the grief and loss she experiences over his death which occurred just a few short months after their wedding. But this book is also something more... it is an acknowledgment and examination of the strange but ultimately comforting parallel Artis discovers between the course her life has taken and the trajectory of her own mother's life.
Artis Henderson met her future-husband, Miles, in a bar in Tallahassee, Florida in 2004. She describes their attraction and romance as something of an unlikely but happy surprise. Artis had plans of traveling the world and becoming a writer. She didn't have a formal religious background but often seemed to have more than a casual interest in seeking the advice of psychics and all that one would consider New Age-y. Miles, in contrast, was a conservative, regular churchgoing Army pilot who had enlisted in the military after September 11, 2001. Despite their differences, the two began spending every free moment together and when Miles found himself at Fort Rucker in Alabama, the two moved in together.
Artis Henderson honestly and candidly describes her struggles to fit into military life... a structured life she found so foreign and antithetical to her free-spirited personality. And she battled with the feelings that this new relationship with Miles was asking her to push aside her own plans and dreams and play a kind of supporting role in her own life. She couldn't help but compare her uncertainties with the army wives she met. These were women who had immersed themselves without reservation in the military culture and who were content to support their husbands and care for their families, often alone. She felt a distance from these women. But despite her internal struggles , Artis and Miles grew closer and when he received orders to report to Fort Bragg in North Carolina to prepare for his deployment to Iraq, she went with him... and in March of 2006, the two were married.
After Miles deployed, Artis continued to struggle with the military culture and living on base so she decided to relocate for the length of Miles's deployment, to her mother's home in Florida. It was at her mother's home that she received the news in July, 2006 that Miles had been killed in the Apache helicopter he had been flying in. And the second part of this memoir is Artis's meditation on those early days, the shock and loss she experienced.. that feeling of free-falling and being outside of herself. She so movingly describes the moment she arrived home after work to find two soldiers standing over her mother in their living room....
" I swept my eyes across the room: my mother in a dining chair in the middle of the living
room... the living room lights turned off; two soldiers in dress uniform filling the space. I
felt a drawing in at my navel, a great coming together of all the esoteric parts of me that are
neither flesh nor blood nor skin. A silver cord slipped free, pulling from that central place,
the part that keeps me whole. I imagined my soul draining out of me like liquid mercury,
disappearing into ether of my suddenly intangible existence. I hesitated on the top step
and thought about turning and walking back down to the garage. If I stayed on the far side
of the door, the soldiers could not tell me what they had come there to say. If they didn't
say it, it wouldn't be true....."
Once a person reaches a certain part of their life, they have probably experienced that feeling of disorientation that comes with a loss at least a time or two, but Artis Henderson was describing being widowed at the age of 26; and I was struck while reading her words just how beautifully she had captured the feelings that accompany a loss... the numbness which sets in when receiving the painful news.. pain so all-encompassing that it feels like a physical blow. And later in the book, she writes about her anger. When the realization dawned that not only had she lost the person she loved most in the world but that her loss also included all the possibilities and dreams that she and Miles had invested in their relationship, she felt an overpowering anger. She writes...
" I was suddenly furious at everyone. The soldiers in Miles's unit, the ones who had
survived; the government, whose political decision makers ordered men overseas but
would never send their own sons to die; the American public whose SUPPORT OUR TROOPS
bumper stickers faded and peeled while everyone turned their faces from the war and forgot...
I was angry at all of them......."
Another aspect of this book that I found so striking was the eerie parallel that ran between Artis's life and her mother's life. Artis's mother had also been widowed at a young age. Artis's father, who had been a pilot for Eastern Airlines, had kept a plane at their home (a Piper Cub) in Georgia and he frequently took his wife and daughter for weekend flights. A week after Artis's 5th birthday, her father strapped her into the plane and took her for a flight... a flight from which he never returned. The plane crashed and he was killed and Artis spent months in the hospital recovering from a broken spine. Artis writes so eloquently about how her mother's handling of her father's death left her feeling confused. Her mother's way of handling his death was to remove all signs of him from their lives and the two never spoke of him. Artis never wanted to hurt her mother so she chose never to mention her father's name and she ended up losing him from her memory. Miles's death brought this previous tragedy back to their lives and it also contributed to Artis's anger towards her mother....
" But more than anyone, I was angry at my mother, who knew exactly how I was feeling.
Who had lost a husband... who I had tried my entire life not to become and whose fate,
despite my best efforts, I now shared."
There was an openness and honesty to this memoir that allowed me to easily empathize with Artis Henderson. She wrote so candidly about her ambivalence about Army life and her struggles to maintain an identity separate from Miles. She wrote so movingly about not only the emotions she felt upon learning of Miles's death but also the sheer physicality of her grief.. describing the disorientation she felt and how the act of sorting Miles's belongings sent to her by the Army... his wedding ring, his wallet, and even the T-shirts he had worn... literally left her breathless. And she wrote with such clarity about her sense that her grief was often the source of discomfort and awkwardness for friends and co-workers... leaving her feeling isolated and unable to express what she desperately needed emotionally. She illustrated this so perfectly when she relates a phone conversation she had with Miles's commanding officer, Captain Scott Delancey, who had called to ask if she needed anything...
" I needed everything. I needed someone to fix the hole in my screen and to move the heavy
boxes on my patio. I need someone to plant the mango trees I was always talking about
buying and to paint the dining room chairs. I needed someone to come home to, to speak
to, to listen to. I needed someone to hold my hand at night. But instead of telling him any
of that, I talked about the thousand mundane things that filled my life."
I LOVED this beautiful and heartbreaking memoir about grief and loss.... and yes, it was even about eventually finding the strength to carry on with life. And this memoir was also a reminder to me that behind all of the impersonal statistics issued regarding the loss of life in our never-ending wars, are REAL people who leave behind REAL people who love them and are grief-stricken and struggling with their losses.