The funeral was somber, but seeing my old friends, Nora and Lorna, brought back memories of our inseparable trio. Over coffee, we shared regrets about how life had drifted us apart. When I mentioned my late husband’s wish to see the ocean, a spontaneous idea took hold—a trip together.
A few days later, we arrived at the coast, each of us embracing the unexpected adventure. Lorna’s missing luggage didn’t faze her, and she charmed a dance partner during a local festival. Nora, searching for boldness, checked off her first daring feat—paragliding—while Lorna and I joined her, rediscovering joy in the thrill of the leap.
The trip was transformative. I fulfilled my husband’s final wish by scattering his ashes, Lorna found love and laughter, and Nora started reclaiming time for herself. Each of us returned home changed, carrying pieces of that trip in our hearts.
What started as a simple escape turned into a journey of renewal. Together, we found the courage to embrace life’s possibilities, proving it’s never too late for a fresh beginning.
