68-Year-Old Widow's Journey to Fulfill Late Husband's Dream Takes an Unexpected Turn

At 68, I sold my car, rented out my apartment, and flew to New Zealand to take the trip my late husband and I had always dreamed of — at the hotel he’d chosen years ago, the owner looked at my passport and said, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

My husband, Calvin, passed away a year ago.

Since then, our apartment had become terribly quiet. I still caught myself reaching for two coffee mugs in the morning, and sometimes I turned toward his empty chair when something funny happened on television.