“Some day Mummy and Daddy and I will visit Bag End again, the first time in years.”
That someday didn’t come.
“Some day we will go out to Bree together, Frodo-my-lad.”
That someday didn’t come, either.
“Some day the river of road that starts at Bag End’s doorway will sweep me away again, I fear, for I’m apparently not so good at keeping my feet.”
“Some day we will all go out of the Shire together and face our own dragon and come home fabulously rich, just like Bilbo.”
Those somedays came, but were not as joyful as planned for.