Slowly Adjusting to Life Without Her Husband
My friend Kit embarks on her first cruise alone
“I haven’t felt lonely so far,” Kit wrote from Oslo airport, where she waited for a tour around the city. Today, after a seven-hour train ride from Oslo to Bergen, Norway, she boarded the ship for a 15-day cruise that will make stops at seven different countries.
It’s the first cruise she’s taken without her husband, Jerry, who died just over a year ago.
After twice weekly phone conversations from her home in California — a nine-hour time difference between France, where I live — she called this morning from Bergen. Strange to be in the same time zone, both of us drinking coffee as we talked.
The cruise has been an on and off subject since last December when the subject first came up. She and her husband Jerry were veteran cruisers, and while they couldn’t always agree on vacation destinations, this was a compromise they both enjoyed. They’d already booked a Mediterranean cruise when he was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer and given just a few months to live.
