At my husband\u2019s funeral, I spotted \u201cmy girls.\u201d Once inseparable, at that moment, we seemed to be strangers in our golden years. As we reunited over regrets and lost time, one reckless idea left us questioning everything.<\/p>\n
The funeral was quiet. Just a few people stood by, exchanging whispers. I stood apart, clutching my husband\u2019s old hat. It was all I had left of him, of us. The murmurs of condolences drifted past me, barely registering.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should come inside,\u201d someone whispered, but I didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n
My mind replayed all the plans we\u2019d postponed. Our last trip to the ocean, the dreams we shelved for later. Later he was gone.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that\u2026 Nora?\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice caught in my throat as I spotted a familiar figure at the edge of the group. She looked unsure, holding her handbag tightly, like a shield. Before I could gather myself, another familiar face appeared<\/p>\n
Lorna?\u201d I whispered, almost laughing in disbelief.<\/p>\n
She stood confidently, her bright scarf and glasses a splash of life against the somber crowd. It was like seeing a ghost of my youth, but her eyes held the weight of years gone by.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy girls\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Later, we found ourselves crammed into a small caf\u00e9.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis feels surreal,\u201d Nora admitted, stirring her tea. \u201cHow long has it been since we\u2019ve all been together?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToo long,\u201d Lorna answered. \u201cAnd for this to be the reason\u2026 It\u2019s unfair.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded. \u201cI spent the last years taking care of him. Everything else just\u2026 stopped.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat now?\u201d Nora asked gently.\u201cHis last wish was to see the ocean again. I didn\u2019t make it happen while he was here. But I will now.\u201dI<\/p>\n
don\u2019t even know what my own wishes are anymore,\u201d Nora confessed. \u201cMy family\u2026 I don\u2019t think they\u2019ve ever seen me as more than a housekeeper. I changed the Thanksgiving turkey recipe last year, and it was a scandal. A turkey scandal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lorna snorted, but her humor quickly faded. \u201cAt least you\u2019re surrounded by people. I\u2019ve been alone for so long, I think I\u2019ve forgotten what joy feels like.\u201d<\/p>\n
Suddenly, I blurted, \u201cWhat if we went on a trip together? All of us. What\u2019s the worst that could happen?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora blinked. \u201cA trip? Just like that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lorna grinned. \u201cI like it. Crazy, but I like it.\u201d<\/p>\n
We laughed, we really were at the start of a crazy thing.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
A few days later, the airport buzzed with the sounds of rolling suitcases, distant announcements, and the occasional laughter of families on their own adventures. I clutched my boarding pass, feeling a growing excitement.<\/p>\n
For once, my suitcase held items I had chosen not out of practicality or necessity but simply because I liked them.<\/p>\n
Nora stood nearby, frantically rummaging through her bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy passport was here a second ago!\u201d she exclaimed, her voice rising with each word.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s in your hand, Nora,\u201d Lorna pointed out, her calm tone betraying the faintest smirk.<\/p>\n
Nora flushed, holding up the document like it had just appeared out of thin air. \u201cOh, well\u2026 I was just double-checking.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lorna adjusted her scarf with deliberate ease, but I noticed the way her fingers trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cRelax,\u201d I said, nudging her lightly. \u201cYou\u2019re the picture of confidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFake it till you make it,\u201d she whispered back, her grin widening.<\/p>\n
When we landed, the real journey began. We rented a shiny convertible Nora had insisted on.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf we\u2019re doing this, we\u2019re doing it in style,\u201d she said, tossing her bags into the trunk.<\/p>\n
The open road greeted us with the salty scent of the ocean, and the horizon seemed to stretch endlessly, daring us to dream bigger.<\/p>\n
Of course, it didn\u2019t all go smoothly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy luggage is gone,\u201d Lorna declared at the motel that first evening.<\/p>\n
\u201cGone? How does that even happen?\u201d Nora asked, her voice rising again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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