She had always liked the view overlooking the snowy mountains so he was not surprised when she had suggested it. In fact, he was more than happy to be there with her on her final journey. As they sat in silence watching the sunset, he could not help but miss her usual chirpy self. How nice it would be if they could have one more silly argument about the cleanliness of his car or about the way she liked to drench her sushi with soy sauce.
Taking a deep breath, he raised his glass and made one last toast.
“Farewell, my beautiful wife,” he whispered into the wind.
As he walked back to their holiday cottage, he scattered the ashes, anticipating for the moment they would meet again.
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