He let go of the oars and slowly unwrapped the blanket from the urn. He picked up the urn, lifted the top off and slowly poured the ashes out into the water. Memories of her rapidly appeared before him. That sweet crisp smile, her soul-baring almond eyes, and her delicate way of speaking flooded his vision. He struggled to keep the urn lifted, as waves of emotions rocked him.
When the last of the ashes hit the water, he placed the urn back in the boat. The wind violently beat against him, but he barely noticed as he looked out at the water. His eyes watching the tiny specks of her float away.