Rick handed her Dill’s urn next, and she did the same.
“See you later, Daddy.”
When she straightened up, Rick drew her close to his side, and then he worked his phone from the hip pocket of his jeans and laid it on Emily Grace’s tombstone. Vince Gill’s “Go Rest High on That Mountain” seemed to fit her feelings about Emily Grace and her parents better than any church song that she’d thought about playing that day.
Tears flowed when the lyrics said that their lives on Earth had been troubled, but she kept her eyes locked with his and found strength and happiness there. When the song ended, Rick put the phone back in his pocket. He turned to face her and took both her hands in his. They bowed their heads at the same time and said a silent prayer.
“Amen,” they whispered at exactly the same time and looked up at each other.
He pulled her toward him and whispered, “I’m the luckiest man in the whole world.”
“And I’m the luckiest woman. Let’s go home now and take a quilt to the creek,” she said without a single doubt about any of her decisions and so much peace in her heart that she knew she’d never have a single regret.
“That sounds like the perfect finish to this day.” He tipped her chin up and kissed away the tears.