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Our someday ended before it ever began.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

So I made a decision.<\/p>\n

I sold my house.<\/p>\n

Then I booked a trip around the world.<\/p>\n

My children reacted as though I had committed some terrible betrayal.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re being selfish, Mom,\u201d Karen said.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about the grandchildren?\u201d Melissa asked.<\/p>\n

David stared at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re really going to waste all that money traveling?\u201d<\/p>\n

Then Eric said the thing that surprised me most.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat house was supposed to stay in the family.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was my house.\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t like that answer.<\/p>\n

When I refused to cancel my plans, Karen and David stopped speaking to me for a while.<\/p>\n

That hurt.<\/p>\n

But I went anyway.<\/p>\n

I told myself that while I could still walk through airports, carry my suitcase, climb stairs, and explore without asking anyone\u2019s permission, I was going to see as much of the world as possible.<\/p>\n

Australia was my fourth stop.<\/p>\n

That was where I met Arthur.<\/p>\n

He was seventy-one, widowed, gentle, and possessed the kind of dry humor that took a second before it made you laugh.<\/p>\n

We met in a secondhand bookstore in Melbourne.<\/p>\n

We both reached for the same detective novel.<\/p>\n

He looked at my hand resting over his.<\/p>\n

\u201cI suppose at our age, fighting over it would be undignified.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAt our age?\u201d<\/p>\n

He smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cFair point. You look thirty-five.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNow I know you\u2019re dishonest.\u201d<\/p>\n

He laughed.<\/p>\n

We had coffee that afternoon.<\/p>\n

Then again two days later.<\/p>\n

Soon we were taking long walks, browsing bookstores, listening to jazz, and arguing about whether roses were overrated.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re needy,\u201d Arthur told me.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re flowers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExactly. Imagine being that demanding and not even paying rent.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed more around Arthur than I had in years.<\/p>\n

He had been married to his wife, Anne, for thirty-eight years before she died.<\/p>\n

So neither of us pretended grief had disappeared simply because time had passed.<\/p>\n

We talked about our spouses.<\/p>\n

Our children.<\/p>\n

Regrets.<\/p>\n

Loneliness.<\/p>\n

One afternoon Arthur said,<\/p>\n

\u201cNobody warns you that grief becomes quieter without actually leaving.\u201d<\/p>\n

I knew exactly what he meant.<\/p>\n

After several weeks, he invited me to his home.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have an entire shelf of old records you\u2019ll like. Come for coffee.\u201d<\/p>\n

I trusted him.<\/p>\n

So I went.<\/p>\n

That was when I saw the painting.<\/p>\n

Arthur set the mugs down.<\/p>\n

\u201cAbigail, sit down.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

I pointed toward the fireplace.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me where you got that.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at the painting.<\/p>\n

\u201cFrom Robert.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRobert sent it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou knew my husband?\u201d<\/p>\n

Arthur nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI met him when we were young.\u201d<\/p>\n

He explained that Robert had spent almost a year in Australia before we met.<\/p>\n

Arthur and Robert had worked together at a hotel outside Melbourne.<\/p>\n

They had traveled on weekends, played cards, listened to records, worked terrible jobs, and become close friends.<\/p>\n

Robert painted whenever he could afford supplies.<\/p>\n

Arthur pointed toward the cottage.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was based on a place we stayed near a lake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut Robert painted that after we were married.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe painted it more than once.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then Arthur explained.<\/p>\n

The original version had been created during Robert\u2019s time in Australia.<\/p>\n

Years later, he painted another version at home.<\/p>\n

That was the one I remembered.<\/p>\n

The one I believed had been destroyed.<\/p>\n

Then much later, Robert painted it again from memory.<\/p>\n

That third version was hanging above Arthur\u2019s fireplace.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would he send it to you?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

Arthur stood.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s something else you need to see.\u201d<\/p>\n

He disappeared into another room.<\/p>\n

When he returned, he was carrying a wooden box.<\/p>\n

He placed it on the coffee table.<\/p>\n

Inside were dozens of letters.<\/p>\n

Every envelope carried the same sender.<\/p>\n

Robert.<\/p>\n

My hands began trembling.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow long were you writing to each other?\u201d<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

\u201cOn and off for decades.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRobert never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Arthur watched my face.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe wasn\u2019t hiding an affair, Abigail.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t say that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou thought it.\u201d<\/p>\n

I almost laughed.<\/p>\n

He was right.<\/p>\n

Arthur explained that after Robert returned to America, they stayed in touch occasionally.<\/p>\n

Then life became busy.<\/p>\n

Marriage.<\/p>\n

Children.<\/p>\n

Work.<\/p>\n

Sometimes years passed between letters.<\/p>\n

But when Robert became ill, he found Arthur again through an old friend.<\/p>\n

Their correspondence became regular.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy didn\u2019t he tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Arthur looked down at his hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause most of what he wrote was about you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stopped.<\/p>\n

\u201cMe?\u201d<\/p>\n

Arthur reached inside the box and removed one envelope.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe sent this with the painting.\u201d<\/p>\n

My name was written across the front.<\/p>\n

I recognized Robert\u2019s handwriting immediately.<\/p>\n

The envelope was still sealed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy do you have this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause Robert asked me to keep it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor twelve years?\u201d<\/p>\n

Arthur nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

He gave me a sad smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause he hoped you would eventually come to Australia.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at him.<\/p>\n

Arthur explained that Robert remembered how much I had always wanted to travel.<\/p>\n

He worried that after his death, I would spend the rest of my life taking care of everyone except myself.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe said you gave everything away,\u201d Arthur told me. \u201cYour time. Your money. Your energy.\u201d<\/p>\n

My throat tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe said you were happiest whenever you planned trips you never actually took.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then Arthur said something I wasn\u2019t prepared for.<\/p>\n

\u201cRobert wrote that his biggest regret wasn\u2019t dying before retirement. It was helping you believe life could always be postponed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tears filled my eyes.<\/p>\n

I finally opened the envelope.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

The letter was four pages long.<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t read all of it without stopping.<\/p>\n

But one part broke something open inside me.<\/p>\n

\u201cAbigail,<\/p>\n

If you\u2019re reading this in Australia, then you finally did something we spent years talking about. And if I\u2019m not there with you, don\u2019t turn the trip into a memorial for me. See things because you want to see them.\u201d<\/p>\n

I covered my mouth.<\/p>\n

The letter continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cEat food I would have hated. Stay too long somewhere beautiful. Leave somewhere boring early. Spend money on yourself without explaining it to anyone.<\/p>\n

The children love you, but don\u2019t let loving them become the reason you never live without permission.\u201d<\/p>\n

I had to stop again.<\/p>\n

Arthur looked away, giving me privacy.<\/p>\n

Then I read the final paragraph.<\/p>\n

\u201cI asked Arthur to keep this because Australia always felt like the place where my life became mine for the first time.<\/p>\n

Maybe it will do the same for you.<\/p>\n

And if Arthur is still around, make him buy the coffee.<\/p>\n

He still owes me twelve dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed through my tears.<\/p>\n

Arthur looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was hoping he had forgotten about that.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed harder.<\/p>\n

Then I cried.<\/p>\n

Not the way I had cried at Robert\u2019s funeral.<\/p>\n

This felt different.<\/p>\n

Like grief and relief had somehow entered the same room.<\/p>\n

For years, I had carried a quiet guilt whenever I enjoyed something Robert would never get to experience.<\/p>\n

Selling the house.<\/p>\n

Traveling alone.<\/p>\n

Being happy.<\/p>\n

Part of me had believed moving forward meant leaving him behind.<\/p>\n

And there he was, in his own handwriting, telling me to go.<\/p>\n

Arthur and I talked until the coffee became cold.<\/p>\n

He told me stories about Robert I had never heard.<\/p>\n

Robert falling asleep during a jazz concert.<\/p>\n

Getting lost while insisting he knew exactly where he was.<\/p>\n

Trying to cook fish over a campfire and dropping it into the dirt.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat sounds like him,\u201d I said, laughing.<\/p>\n

Arthur smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe talked about you constantly near the end.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then something occurred to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou knew who I was when we met?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n

Arthur explained that he hadn\u2019t seen a recent photograph of me.<\/p>\n

Only after our second meeting, when I mentioned Robert and where we had lived, did he begin to suspect.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me then?\u201d<\/p>\n

Arthur raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n

\u201cImagine traveling alone in Australia and having some strange man say, \u2018By the way, I knew your dead husband and I\u2019ve been storing his letters for twelve years.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat would have been memorable.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought coffee was safer.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you invited me here because of the painting?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPartly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPartly?\u201d<\/p>\n

For the first time, Arthur looked almost embarrassed.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd partly because I wanted to spend more time with my best friend\u2019s wife.\u201d<\/p>\n

He paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe woman he loved with all his heart.\u201d<\/p>\n

Something shifted between us.<\/p>\n

Arthur slowly placed his hand on the table, palm up.<\/p>\n

I looked at it.<\/p>\n

Then I placed mine in his.<\/p>\n

I stayed in Australia three weeks longer than planned.<\/p>\n

Arthur showed me places tourists rarely visited.<\/p>\n

We listened to old records.<\/p>\n

Ate terrible sandwiches near the beach.<\/p>\n

And one afternoon, he took me to the lake where he and Robert had stayed as young men.<\/p>\n

The cottage was gone.<\/p>\n

The water remained.<\/p>\n

Standing beside Arthur on the shore, I said,<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought coming here would make me sad.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDoes it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA little.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then I smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut not only sad.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t cancel the rest of my trip.<\/p>\n

Arthur joined me for two stops.<\/p>\n

Then I continued alone.<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

Eventually, my children began calling again.<\/p>\n

Karen apologized first.<\/p>\n

Melissa admitted that my leaving had forced her to realize how much she depended on me.<\/p>\n

David took longer.<\/p>\n

Then Eric finally said,<\/p>\n

\u201cI guess I thought the house meant you\u2019d always be there.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed softly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m still your mother. I\u2019m just not your furniture.\u201d<\/p>\n

Even Eric laughed at that.<\/p>\n

Arthur and I continued talking every day.<\/p>\n

Six months later, I returned to Australia.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Not because Robert had somehow sent me there.<\/p>\n

Not because my children had pushed me away.<\/p>\n

I returned because I wanted to.<\/p>\n

Arthur met me at the airport holding a small cardboard sign.<\/p>\n

ABIGAIL \u2014 COFFEE STILL OWED!<\/p>\n

I laughed until I cried.<\/p>\n

I still travel now.<\/p>\n

Sometimes with Arthur.<\/p>\n

Sometimes alone.<\/p>\n

The painting hangs in the small apartment Arthur and I share part of the year.<\/p>\n

Beside it is Robert\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n

And below them is the receipt from the first coffee Arthur bought me after I returned.<\/p>\n

Exactly twelve dollars.<\/p>\n

At sixty-nine, I thought selling my house meant walking away from the life I had built.<\/p>\n

I was wrong.<\/p>\n

I was finally walking into the part of my life I had spent decades postponing.<\/p>\n

And halfway around the world, I found a piece of the man I had loved\u2014<\/p>\n

and a future I had never expected.<\/p>\n

For the first time in my life, \u201csomeday\u201d was no longer waiting for me.<\/p>\n

I was already there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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