My wife, Virginia, said that she just could not find the strength to leave our home. But, I finally succeeded in talking her into taking a walk. I was starting to feel depressed just walking beside her, when suddenly, I felt a change in her.
She had went over and stood reading the epitaph on the last standing gravestone in the old cemetery: Live today as though it is your last day. After about ten minutes, she looked at me and said, “I just remembered that I always wanted to visit Barcelona!”
Written for Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo prompt by Randy Mazie.