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The tears flowed silently, but she was as ready as she’d ever be.
This had been their dream, to travel, see the world, and capture as many unique moments on camera as they could.
The camper van was reminiscent of their first meeting, her unknowing he was actually living in it at the time. Together they had painted it with flowers and petals, setting off on their adventures with little other than optimism, the basics and a few dollars.
The tiny globe had been stuck on the dashboard as their talisman. Dreams could turn into reality if the timing was right. The weather hadn’t exactly been kind, but at least the van didn’t leak.
The paintings were originals, insomuch as she had tried her hand at something new to earn a crust to replace their supplies and keep them on the road. These three reflected her interpretation of the sky, water and flowers on their last journey together.
She was surprised he had kept them.
It was months before she felt she could play the cassette, to hear his voice and wishes for her to take one more journey to scatter his ashes, the camera at her side.
His instructions were quite precise, and she wriggled her toes in the stripey socks enclosed in this precious treasure chest, crying all the more because he knew she suffered from cold feet.