She turned slowly, a small smile on her lips. “Something for myself,” she said simply.
“But this is dangerous!” I protested.
“You’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Exactly. I’ve spent my whole life playing it safe. I need this.”
Lorna stepped forward.
“If you’re doing it, so are we.”
Nora raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
I stared at Lorna, aghast. “You can’t be serious.”
Lorna grinned.
“If we’re going to take risks, let’s do it together.”
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 out before us, vast and endless.
The experience was exhilarating.
The wind roared past my ears as we soared above the cliffs, the ocean sparkling beneath us. For a few minutes, all my fears melted away, replaced by pure, unfiltered joy.
When we landed, our legs wobbled, and our laughter was uncontrollable. Nora’s eyes sparkled with newfound confidence.
“I’ve never felt anything like that,” she said, breathless.
Later, we stood on the shore, the waves lapping at our feet.
I opened the urn, the ashes scattering into the wind. That moment felt sacred, a perfect goodbye.
“Goodbye, my love,” I whispered. “And thank you, my girls.
It was unforgettable.”
The drive back was filled with reflection. We had come on that trip searching for something, and somehow, in the chaos and adventure, we had found it.
Nora returned home with a renewed spirit. She finally stood up to her family, carving out time to pursue her lifelong dream of painting.
Lorna embraced love and laughter, with Roger becoming her partner both on and off the dance floor.
Their impromptu moves turned into countless joyful moments.
As for me, I chose to live boldly, volunteering at the library and sharing our story. Our paragliding jump became a promise to never postpone our dreams again.
Life wasn’t over. It was just beginning.
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