Bob and I celebrated our 25th anniversary in September of 2019 in between his many hospitalizations that year. Then came the COVID-19 Pandemic, and Bob died from it on April 25, 2020. I waited until his 77th birthday, June 29, 2020 to have his ashes interred at the Houston National Cemetery. I wanted his son to be able to see the military honors he was given, and although we had to wear masks, at least we didn't have to watch from the car.
I've still got a ton of things I need to do, although I've made tremendous strides in the past couple of months closing accounts, transferring bills to my name, and in general figuring out how to survive on my own again. Losing Bob has been the hardest thing I've ever experienced, and I've had a lot of trauma and drama in my life. It feels like being lost at sea without any idea of which direction to find land. Pretty scary. I have wept often. I've spent way too much time on Facebook, because not knowing anybody in Nac coupled with the self quarantine, I'm lonely and as I told a friend recently, crumbs of contact are better than nothing.
Today I discovered I still have a YouTube channel under the name Crescent City Gal so I am going to learn how to use the new Studio and perhaps upload more music videos. That would at least give me a reason to pull out the instruments and play with my Google Pixel 3XL. (Of which I now have 2 since I have mine and I have Bob's.) Right now all my videos for music are here on this site, mostly for my sister. And that's all the news for today.