Identity death

It happened in a matter of weeks. Widow. Jobless. Old. One Sunday night in June 2016, my husband of 40 years died from respiratory failure. The following Thursday, the clinic where I work closed and I was out of work. TheMWC Deathnext Tuesday, I turned 65 and became a senior citizen. Talk about identity theft. I was no longer wife, employee or young-ish. Not a group joiner, church goer, or parent, there was no community of folks to offer solace and tell me things would be okay. Never a dependent person, I now wanted someone to deal with probate court, the Texas Workforce Commission, and the Social Security Administration. I…