about me.
“Robert said you were happiest when you were planning trips you never took.”
My throat tightened.
Arthur continued.
“Your husband wrote that his biggest regret wasn’t dying before retirement. It was that he helped you believe life could always be postponed.”
Tears ran down my face; I finally opened the envelope.
“His biggest regret.”
***
Robert’s letter was four pages long.
I couldn’t read it all aloud without stopping, but one part broke me.
“Abigail,
If you’re reading this in Australia, then you’ve finally done something we’ve both been talking about since we were young. And if I’m not there with you, don’t turn the trip into a memorial for me. See things because you want to see them.”
One part broke me.
The letter continued.
“Eat food I would’ve hated. Stay too long somewhere beautiful. Leave somewhere boring early. Spend money on yourself without explaining it to anyone.
