This was the last photo I ever took of Aunt Lorna.
We were on a trail near her cabin, the same one she used to take me to every summer when I was a kid. She always sat on that same bench with her sunglasses halfway down her nose, a soda in her hand, and that half-smirk like she knew something you didn’t.
She always did, honestly.
After she passed, I couldn’t bring myself to visit the cabin. Not for a long time. She’d left it to me in her will, along with a single envelope that just said, “Use it when you’re ready.”
I wasn’t ready. Not by a long shot.
I kept the cabin locked up, the key tucked away in a drawer, out of sight, out of mind. For months, I couldn’t even bring myself to think about it. Aunt Lorna had been my rock growing up, the one constant in my life. Her laugh, her offbeat sense of humor, her wisdom—everything about her had left a mark on me. Losing her felt like losing the last piece of stability I had. It was easier to avoid her cabin, the place that was full of memories of her, than to face the reality that she was gone.
But one rainy Saturday morning, with nothing else to do but sort through some old boxes I had packed away, I came across that envelope. The one from Aunt Lorna. It had been sitting there for months, collecting dust, but now it felt different. I could almost hear her voice in my head, urging me to open it, as she always did when I hesitated.
So I did.
Inside was a simple note:
“Come back when you’re ready. There’s something here for you, something you’ll need.”
I had no idea what that meant, but the phrase hit me like a punch to the gut. It was like she knew exactly what I needed to hear, even from beyond the grave.
I decided, then and there, that I would go to the cabin. Not for her, not because I thought I had to, but because I needed to find out what she meant.
The drive was long, but the familiar winding road through the forest still held some of its magic. The cabin looked exactly the same, sitting there in the clearing, surrounded by the tall pines. I parked in front of it, but it felt like I was stepping into a ghost story. I hesitated before unlocking the door. It felt like a betrayal, even though I knew Aunt Lorna would have wanted me to do this. She wouldn’t have wanted me to live in fear or avoidance.
Inside, everything was just as she’d left it. The dusty bookshelves, the faded quilts draped over the couch, the old wooden rocking chair by the window—it all felt so familiar, yet so painfully distant.
I sat on the bench where we’d taken the last photo together, staring out at the forest. The memories flooded back—of hikes, of laughter, of her sitting there with that half-smirk, always with a story about something or someone. Aunt Lorna had always been a mystery, in the best way possible. She’d been full of surprises, someone who lived life on her own terms.
Then, I saw something I hadn’t noticed before—a small, weathered journal sitting on the table, tucked under a pile of old magazines. It had no name, no markings, just a plain cover.
I opened it, and as I flipped through the pages, I found entries in Aunt Lorna’s handwriting. Her beautiful, flowing script. I started reading.
The first entry was dated years before, and it spoke of her life—the cabin, the people she’d met, her travels, her joys, and her struggles. But the further I read, the more I realized that this wasn’t just a journal about her life. It was a record of her thoughts, of everything she wanted to teach me.
“I never told you this,” one entry began, “but there’s a secret I’ve kept for a long time. Life has a way of teaching us lessons, sometimes in ways we least expect. But the most important lesson I want you to learn is this: don’t be afraid of change. Don’t hold on to the past so tightly that you miss the present.”
The words hit me like a wave. I had spent so long avoiding the change that Aunt Lorna’s passing had brought. I hadn’t wanted to face the fact that she was gone, and in doing so, I had been keeping myself stuck. She had always taught me to embrace life’s twists, to move forward even when it was hard. But in her absence, I had clung to the past, afraid to let go.
As I continued to read, the journal revealed more—her reflections on the things she had learned about herself, about life, about love, and most importantly, about the importance of letting go. There were so many lessons that I had missed when she was alive, things I had been too young to understand at the time. But now, reading them for myself, it felt like she was still speaking to me, still guiding me.
One entry, in particular, stood out to me:
“Sometimes we hold on to things out of fear—fear of being alone, fear of not being enough, fear of the unknown. But the truth is, the only thing that will ever hold you back is yourself. You can’t change the past, and you can’t control the future, but you can choose how you move forward. That’s the greatest power you’ll ever have.”
I closed the journal, feeling a weight lift off my chest. I had been afraid for so long, afraid of facing life without Aunt Lorna, afraid of facing my own fears, my own uncertainties. But what I had just read—it was a wake-up call. It was time to let go of my fear, to embrace the future, and to honor her memory by living the way she had always encouraged me to.
The next few days were a blur of cleaning, organizing, and sorting through Aunt Lorna’s belongings. As I did, I found more notes, more letters, and even some old photographs that showed her as a young woman—full of ambition, full of life, full of hope. I could see where I got my sense of adventure from, my drive to make the most of what I had.
But the most important thing I found, buried in an old box in the attic, was a letter addressed to me. It was sealed with wax, and as I opened it, I could almost feel her presence, like she was right there with me.
“Dear [My Name],
I know you’ve always felt like you were meant for something more. I know you’ve doubted yourself, wondered if you’re capable of making a difference. But let me tell you something—you are. You’ve always been more than you know. I’m proud of you, no matter what.
So, take this gift I’m giving you—don’t waste it. Don’t wait for the ‘right time.’ The right time is now.
With all my love,
Aunt Lorna”
The letter was simple, but it carried more weight than I could have ever imagined. In that moment, I knew she wasn’t just leaving me a cabin or material things. She was leaving me the wisdom to live my life fully, without fear, without hesitation.
Aunt Lorna’s teachings didn’t just come in the form of her journal or letters. They came in the form of actions—of how she lived, how she faced challenges, how she loved, and how she embraced life, even when it wasn’t easy.
It took me years to truly understand what she was trying to teach me. But now, I get it. And I’m ready to move forward.
I stayed at the cabin for a few weeks, reflecting on everything I had learned. By the time I left, I felt like a different person—stronger, braver, and more ready to face whatever life threw my way.
As I drove back to the city, I thought about how I would honor Aunt Lorna’s legacy. And the answer was clear: by living my life fully, by being open to change, and by never letting fear hold me back.
Life is too short to stay stuck. So, wherever you are right now, if you feel like you’re holding on to something that’s holding you back, remember this: let go. Embrace the future. Because the only way to move forward is by taking that first step.
If this story resonates with you, please share it with someone who might need it. Let’s all take Aunt Lorna’s lesson to heart and live without fear.
