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At my husband\u2019s funeral, I spotted “my girls.” Once inseparable, now in our golden years, we seemed like strangers. Reuniting amid regrets and lost time, one impulsive idea left us questioning everything.\n The funeral was quiet, with only a few people exchanging whispers. I stood apart, clutching my husband\u2019s old hat\u2014one of the few tangible remnants of our life together. The murmurs of condolences barely registered.\n \u201cIs that\u2026 Nora?\u201d\n My voice trembled as I noticed a familiar figure on the outskirts. She stood, unsure, clutching her handbag tightly. Before I could gather myself, another familiar face appeared.\n \u201cLorna?\u201d I whispered, almost laughing in disbelief.\n She stood confidently, her bright scarf and glasses adding a splash of color to the somber crowd. It was like seeing a ghost from my past, though her eyes carried the weight of the years.\n \u201cMy girls…\u201d\n Later, we found ourselves crammed into a small caf\u00e9.\n \u201cThis feels surreal,\u201d Nora admitted, stirring her tea. \u201cHow long has it been since we were all together?\u201d\n I nodded. \u201cI spent the last few years caring for him. Everything else just\u2026 stopped.\u201d\n \u201cWhat now?\u201d Nora asked gently.\n \u201cHis last wish was to see the ocean again. I couldn\u2019t make it happen while he was alive, but I will now.\u201d\n \u201cI don\u2019t even know my own wishes anymore,\u201d Nora confessed. \u201cMy family\u2026 they\u2019ve always seen me as a housekeeper\u201d.\n Lorna snorted, but her humor quickly faded. \u201cAt least you\u2019re surrounded by people. I\u2019ve been alone so long, I think I\u2019ve forgotten what joy feels like.\u201d\n Suddenly, I blurted, \u201cWhat if we went on a trip together? All of us. What\u2019s the worst that could happen?\u201d\n \u201cI like it. Crazy, but I like it.\u201d\n We laughed, realizing we were embarking on something wild.\n ***\n A few days later, at the airport, I clutched my boarding pass, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling inside me. Nora rummaged through her bag, while Lorna adjusted her scarf with deliberate ease, though her trembling fingers betrayed her nerves.\n \u201cRelax,\u201d I said, nudging her lightly. \u201cYou\u2019re the picture of confidence.\u201d\n \u201cFake it till you make it,\u201d she whispered back, grinning.\n Upon landing, the real journey began. We rented a shiny convertible that Nora insisted on, the open road greeting us with the salty scent of the ocean. The horizon stretched endlessly, daring us to dream bigger.\n Of course, not everything went smoothly. Lorna forgot her luggage at the baggage claim, but she quickly decided to buy new clothes. Despite the hiccup, our excitement remained intact.\n That evening, the town was alive with music and lights. Young couples danced in the square.\n Lorna\u2019s eyes sparkled. \u201cI\u2019m joining.\u201d\n \u201cWithout a partner?\u201d I asked skeptically.\n \u201cDetails,\u201d she said, waving me off.\n Soon, a man with silver hair and a kind smile approached her, Lorna radiated joy. When the announcer declared them the winners, her laughter echoed through the square as she held up the small trophy like an Olympic medal.\n The night felt almost dreamlike until dizziness swept over me.\n ***\n I awoke in a hospital room. The doctor adjusted his glasses, looking at me.\n “Dear, your body has been through a lot\u2014sudden changes, emotional stress, physical strain. It all adds up. You need rest, and frankly, no more travel for now.”\n I nodded.\n “I\u2019ll scatter the ashes tomorrow morning. Then I\u2019ll head home.”\n Back at the motel, the atmosphere was tense.\n “You don\u2019t have to cut the trip short, Martha,” Lorna broke the silence. “Stay a few more days. We\u2019ll rest, take it easy. You deserve that.”\n Nora frowned. “We\u2019ve done enough. Martha\u2019s fulfilling her husband\u2019s wish, you met Roger, but what about me? What have I done that\u2019s bold or life-changing on this trip? Nothing.”\n “Enough!” I said.\n The room fell silent. Then Lorna stood abruptly. Nora followed, slamming the door behind her.\n That night, each of us retreated to our corners, the cracks in our friendship feeling deeper than ever. For the first time, I wondered if this trip had been a mistake.\n ***\n The next morning, Lorna and I had breakfast in the motel\u2019s small dining area. Nora still hadn\u2019t come down. We ate in companionable silence, but unease crept in. Lorna\u2019s eyes darted toward the window.\n \u201cOh, God! Let\u2019s check on her.\u201d\n We hurried to the front desk.\n \u201cExcuse me,\u201d Lorna asked the receptionist. \u201cDo you know where our friend Nora went? She was in Room 12.\u201d\n \u201cShe checked out early this morning, mentioned paragliding. There\u2019s a popular site nearby. She took one of our brochures.\u201d\n Lorna exchanged a glance with me, her lips pressing into a thin line. \u201cI\u2019ll call Roger. We need a ride.\u201d\n Roger arrived within twenty minutes, his car kicking up a cloud of dust as it pulled into the lot.\n The drive was tense. When we arrived, we spotted her immediately. Nora stood on the edge of the launch platform, the bright straps of her harness standing out against the sky. The wind whipped her hair as she stared over the ocean, her expression calm but resolute.\n \u201cNora!\u201d I called. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d\n She turned slowly, a small smile on her lips. \u201cSomething for myself. I\u2019ve spent my whole life playing it safe. I need this.\u201d\n Lorna stepped forward. \u201cIf you\u2019re doing it, so are we. Let\u2019s take risks together.\u201d\n Before I knew it, we were all strapped into harnesses. My heart pounded as our instructors led us to the edge of the platform. The ocean stretched vast and endless before us.\n The experience was exhilarating. For a few minutes, all my fears melted away, replaced by pure joy.\n When we landed, our legs wobbled, and our laughter was uncontrollable. Nora\u2019s eyes sparkled with newfound confidence.\n Later, we stood on the shore, I opened the urn, the ashes scattering into the wind. That moment felt sacred, a perfect goodbye.\n \u201cGoodbye, my love,\u201d I whispered. \u201cAnd thank you, my girls. It was unforgettable.\u201d\n The drive back was filled with reflection. We had come on that trip searching for something, and in the chaos and adventure, we had found it.\n Nora returned home, standing up to her family and pursuing her dream of painting.\n Lorna with Roger becoming her partner, embraced love and laughter.\n For me, I chose to live boldly, volunteering at the library and sharing our story. Our trip became a promise never to postpone our dreams again.\n Life wasn\u2019t over. It was just beginning.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" At my husband\u2019s funeral, I spotted “my girls.” Once inseparable, now in our golden years, we seemed like strangers. Reuniting amid regrets and lost time, one impulsive idea left us questioning everything. The funeral was quiet, with only a few people exchanging whispers. 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