He died. He told me he didn't want a funeral. He thought funerals were "stupid" and expensive. He wanted me to take his ashes to Hawaii and scatter them in the ocean off one of the beautiful beaches; any one I chose. He loved the beaches in Hawaii. I had all good intentions of carrying out his final wishes, but when the time came, I didn't have the mental stability to make the necessary arrangements. So, instead of a long flight to a deserted beach, I went into the woods where we used to hike and pick flowers. I walked to the waterfall we loved to look at and listen to. As I walked I felt his steps by mine. I heard his breath in my thoughts. I saw his smiling face. His ashes rustled in the box I carried under my arm. I climbed to the top of the waterfall. "Johnny, I love you. I'll always love you. You will live in my heart and dreams for the rest of my life. I want to be with you always." I held the box of ashes in my hands and jumped.