But one part broke something open inside me.
“Abigail,
If you’re reading this in Australia, then you finally did something we spent years talking about. 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.”
I covered my mouth.
The letter continued.
“Eat food I would have hated. Stay too long somewhere beautiful. Leave somewhere boring early. Spend money on yourself without explaining it to anyone.
The children love you, but don’t let loving them become the reason you never live without permission.”
I had to stop again.
Arthur looked away, giving me privacy.
Then I read the final paragraph.
“I asked Arthur to keep this because Australia always felt like the place where my life became mine for the first time.
Maybe it will do the same for you.
And if Arthur is still around, make him buy the coffee.
