At 69, after spending most of my life caring for everyone else, I finally did something for myself.<\/p>\n
I sold my house and booked a trip around the world.<\/p>\n
My children were furious. Some even stopped calling.<\/p>\n
But in Australia, I met Arthur, a kind 71-year-old widower. We became friends, and one afternoon he invited me to his home for coffee.<\/p>\n
The moment I stepped into his living room, I froze.<\/p>\n
Above the fireplace hung a painting I recognized instantly.<\/p>\n
My late husband Robert had painted it.<\/p>\n
Arthur finally told me the truth.<\/p>\n
He and Robert had been friends decades earlier in Australia. They had kept in touch through letters, especially after Robert became ill.<\/p>\n
Then Arthur brought out a wooden box filled with Robert\u2019s letters.<\/p>\n
One envelope had my name on it.<\/p>\n
Robert had written it before he died.<\/p>\n
He told me not to spend the rest of my life waiting for \u201csomeday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTravel. Spend money on yourself. Don\u2019t let loving the children become the reason you never live without permission.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then came the final line:<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Arthur is still around, make him buy the coffee. He still owes me $12.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed through my tears.<\/p>\n
I stayed in Australia three weeks longer than planned.<\/p>\n
Six months later, I returned.<\/p>\n
Not because Robert sent me.<\/p>\n
Not because my children pushed me away.<\/p>\n
Because I wanted to.<\/p>\n
For the first time, \u201csomeday\u201d had finally become today.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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