I did not attend Amy’s funeral. Since her passing I have waited patiently
for the opportunity to visit one of the places special to us and say goodbye in
my own way.
There is a place in Assateauge where a channel feeds the large ponds that
are home to countless migratory birds. Amy and I would spend entire days on
this spot, Amy saw a kingfisher in the trees overhead one day, and ever since
she was determined to get a picture of that bird.
Kingfishers can be wily, and she never got that photograph.
Today I went back to our spot. I finally said my goodbye, told her how much
I loved her and dropped my wedding band into the water.
As the ring sank into the water Amy’s kingfisher few out the brush across
the channel, gave out a loud cry and flew into the foggy sky.
Farewell, my love. Godspeed.