At 61, I finally booked the cruise my late husband and I once dreamed of. Days before departure, my grandson was hospitalized with a severe asthma attack. My daughter begged me to cancel, but I couldnāt. This wasnāt just a tripāit was a promise to myself, a way to honor a dream we had shared. After years of putting everyone else first, it was time to choose me. I packed my little blue suitcase, kissed my grandson, and left with a heavy heartābut I went.
