My dad used to be a sailor between the 50s and 80s. He has alot of stories from that time. He usually doesn't talk about it except for a few tellings but never in depth, but if he does it is when on the liquor. He has been a pensioner for over 10 years now and he was recently diagnosed with cancer. That stuff has been hard for him and me, walking around in the unknown not knowing if he will make it. I took a pause from uni and moved back home because he has nobody else but me in his life basically.
But if there has been anything positive from this is that he as been more open about his time at the sea and generally speaking life, telling stories and showing photos and what not. It has been comforting and nice but at the same time worrying. Has been rough going to sleep at night these past couple of months, sometimes crying, but I believe it will sort it self out in the end.