On our 50th anniversary, an officer aboard my late husband’s ship brought an enormous box to my cabin. Martin had instructed him to deliver it that day. I thought I was ready for one final gift from my husband. I was wrong.
Martin and I had planned to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary aboard the cruise ship he’d commanded for years.
After 49 years together, I’d finally agreed to overcome my fear of the sea and travel with him.
