December 12, 2016
Plattsburgh, NY
Latitude 44° 69’
In the end, in the very, very end, we landed in Miami on the 9th, waited for a shuttle to bring us to the Fort Lauderdale airport where we then took a shuttle to our hotel.
In the end, in the very end, even though I wanted to be home, there were some things I missed. I missed the sway of the boat, and the warm sun on my body. I missed the stimulation of dining out and the casino and the shows every night at 9:00 pm in the Stardust Theater. I missed someone making my bed every day. I missed all the pampered attention one gets on a cruise chip. I missed beef. I missed bacon.
In the end, in the very, very end, I needed to be home. I needed to be home to grieve with Steve. I needed to be home to frosty December days. I had no desire to “do” Christmas. Not even put up a tree. My grief at the loss of Bob was deeper than I could have ever imagined; I do remember saying more than once, “When he goes, it’s going to be tough.” And it has been tough. My whole core has hurt—gut and heart-- since I learned the news.
In the end, in the very, very end, it snowed the day after I got home but it was still good to be home.
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