The Cruise is Over - May 11, 2024 - 5,904 Steps It was over months ago we walked out to this same spot shortly after we boarded the ship. Then it was a glorious and joyous afternoon, today it was a glorious but sad morning. Instead of watching to see if could recognize our luggage being loaded aboard the Zuiderdam, it was watching to see if we could spot it being off loaded. The lineup of trucks bringing provisions for the next sailing that would be leaving a few hours. Trucks were lined up in the far distance awaiting their turn to unload. Port Everglades is a very busy cruise ship terminal. There was a staggering amount of food to be loaded onto the ship. A pallet of apples. A last look at the old home place that served us so well for the past mounts. Literally shutting the door on one of the most awesome adventures we have ever been on. But the fall of next year we will be opening the door on an another one. We patiently waited for our group, Gray 1, to be called. The lu...
Not everyday need be packed full of activities. Some days it is okay to simply sit back and smell the roses, or whatever the name of this flower is that grows scattered around Navini. I thought that was a nice way of using another of Linda’s flower photos if I do say so. Budding Bob. Another day, another outing. Linda the handline fisherlady. The number of people fishing went up significantly today. I wonder if the fact I showed a lot of people the photos and bragged about the fish Linda caught the other day had anything to do with it? Today my job was to feed the fish, making them hungrier yet so they attacked everyone else’s hook. Okay, so I admit it, I was the only one of the eleven of us not to catch a fish. Skunked Bob. I couldn’t even catch a fish and meanwhile, Linda not only caught fish, she worked on her suntan at the same time. Not fair. Not fair. First rule of ...
This morning found Linda and I in St David’s Park, Hobart, Tasmania, reading and listening, laughing and crying. It was not something we anticipated experiencing when we planned our trip. Three days before we were to leave for Australia we received word that our son had suddenly died. As we thought about his unexpected death, our plans, and discussed the trip with our daughters, we realized that if Rich would have had any say, he would have told us to go. To experience Life, to not mourn his life, but to celebrate it. As we sat on the park bench we had with us what was being read at the service being held at the same time in Carmichael, California. Most of it we had written over the past few days, we had the songs that were being played, and we had each other. If you want to know where our son is now, listen to Spirit in the Sky by Norman Greenbaum, here is a link to a Youtube video of it. The following was part of Rich’s celebration of Life service. Richard Alan Klyne A...
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