When she stepped into the chapel, she heard everyone gasp. She was beautiful even though her face was streaked with tears and covered with a veil. She had loved him before, but never as much as she did today. On her finger she wore his ring. As she stared at it, she remembered the night that he had given it to her.

She was still dreaming about that night when someone tapped her on the shoulder and, turning, she saw his best friend. Putting her arms around him, she began to cry again. He told her that she should go on to the front where they were waiting for her. As she moved forward, she glanced at her best friend who was also crying.

Stepping up to the altar, she removed the ring from her finger and held it tightly in her hand. Then bringing it to her lips, she lightly kissed it as she had kissed him so many times before and during that last trip home.

Reaching forward, she laid it on his chest and whispered, "Good-bye darling." As she did, she felt a jolt of happiness because she knew that even though she had loved him and lost him, he had gone Home forever.