“This looks perfect,” Jake said, smiling as he paused under a large maple tree. The sun danced across the water a dozen feet away and the birds happily chirped away above.
“It’s a bit quiet.”
Jake glanced at Billy and shook his head. “It’s supposed to be. This is why we came here, remember?”
Billy shrugged, but understanding shown in his eyes. “Yeah, I know. But is this where Dad meant?”
“Yeah, he said it a million times. He met Mom here, married her here, and brought us here to camp and fish.”
“Yeah.” Billy said, opening the urn. “Ready?”