I stood up and gave his parents a hug, as tissues were passed around. I then slowly made my way to the back of the boat, alone. I searched for the flower petals now off in the distance. I found them. And I kept my eyes fixed on them as I reached into my pocket and pulled out Kit’s wedding ring. I then slipped my matching band off my finger and placed it on top of Kit’s ring in the center of my palm. And for one last time, they clinked. I stared out at the river, with Millersburg in the background, and I whispered, “Thank you, Kit.” And I tossed them in.
