I took six days off from work leading into the Memorial Day weekend and began by flying to Key West to see friends and leave some of Andrea’s ashes at our old guest house (I think this was her happiest time in life and I hope she approves). As I was leaving for the airport I ran into a neighbor I hadn’t seen in over a year walking his dog. He wasn’t aware that Andrea had passed away. Somehow, it gets a little easier each time I have to tell someone that she is gone. I still run into people at work who aren’t aware that she died. I work in a building with some 600-plus people but in a secured location so I don’t see people outside my unit often, especially since I only go to the office no more than two days a week. When I have to tell someone that Andrea died, I sometimes wonder if they think I’m callous for not breaking down or being emotional. Sometimes I wonder that too; I sometimes feel guilty for not being sad or because her death doesn’t occupy every moment of my life.
Well, on to more pleasant things. I flew on SeaCoast Airlines to Key West and will never travel there on any other airline in the future! SeaCoast flies 9-passenger single props most mornings from the Clearwater/Saint Petersburg airport, which is about 20 minutes from my house. The flight leaves at the very civilized time of 10:00 a.m. and takes about an hour and twenty minutes. But that is not the only time savings. If I arrive at least an hour before the flight I can park right out front and walk all of two minutes to their office. There is no security to go through since it is a general aviation flight and if everyone shows up before the departure time, they just leave early.
I stayed a couple of nights at the DoubleTree Inn on the north end of the island, which is far away from downtown Key West and my friends, but they have an hourly shuttle service that is actually fairly convenient. The rooms are decent and there is free wi-fi. I met up with Bonnie, her husband John and our friends Joyce and Craig at the Boathouse for drinks. After dinner, John and Bonnie called it quits but Craig, Joyce and I went on to the Schooner Wharf and I finally called it a night around midnight. Before coming to Key West I finally took my wedding ring off; I came to the realization that it had became a symbol of the past and it was time to move on. It felt very comfortable and natural to be without it. Joyce noticed that my ring was missing and commented that I had come a long way. We talked about me dating again and how it felt like I was nearing the point when that would be possible. Despite the pain of going through the anniversary of her death, I have made a lot of progress and I have accepted the fact that it is time to move on.
On Saturday, I met up with John and we went to Southernmost Beach CafĂ© for lunch before heading over to see Joyce and Craig’s house. Craig is quite the craftsman. He built his own 42 foot sailboat that he sailed from San Diego south to Panama, through the Canal and up to Key West, meeting Joyce along the way. Craig did much of the renovation to their house including handmade doors, furniture, kitchen cabinetry and even the master bath sink is made of an exotic wood. Both couples sold their guest houses a few years after Andrea and I left Key West. Craig and Joyce still have a couple of rentals, but are semi-retired. Two years ago they decided to buy Circle Pacific tickets and traveled for four months, going to Hong Kong, Thailand, Malaysia, Fiji and Australia, among others. Last year they spent a month in South America touring Peru, Argentina and stopping to see friends in Uruguay.
On Sunday I hung out with John and Bonnie before going to Duval Gardens to place Andrea’s ashes outside of what used to be the kitchen. I stopped and saw a few other friends since I was already downtown. That night the three of us went on a sunset sail on the Sebago followed by dinner at Finnegan’s Wake. All-in-all, it was a good weekend and I needed to get away from St. Pete and spend some time in the only town I ever lived in that really felt like home.