"I see the sparkle in the necklace as Stacy looking down on me. Also it takes so little of the ash that we could have these amazing necklaces and still honor her wishes... The majority of her ashes we scattered in the river where they would eventually pass under the Llano bridge where I once stood with her watching the sun set over the lake. From there they will pass on by the sandy shore where she got married. In time she will be washed into the gulf and throughout the waters of this world. Her spirit is already everywhere, touching all who touched her in her life here."