On June 29, 2020, my husband Al died of a pulmonary embolism. It was sudden and unexpected. He was my husband, my lover, my best friend and my North Star. On August 22, 2020, we would have been married for 50 years. His loss was devastating. I have found myself adrift and at sea in a totally different way. I have so many wonderful memories but I would rather have him beside me. During the months since his death I've been busy taking care of the business aspects that arise when you lose someone and adjusting to my new normal. At times things have been more complicated and lonely because of the circumstances caused by the virus pandemic.
We had cruises booked which, of course, were canceled. I booked others and they too didn't sail. But now I think I'm going to sail again in just a couple of weeks. While my husband won't be with me in person, I think he'll be with me in spirit. So, I will awaken this blog and rename it Finsatsea. I'll write more about my first solo voyage as the day of departure approaches.
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| Al in Sharjah, UAE, on his last cruise |
