Rose Dawson stood looking up at the beautiful statue. She wished Jack was there to see it.
"Can I take your name please, love?" a man asked.
"Dawson. Rose Dawson," she replied.
"Are you married to that man over there?" he asked.
"I beg your pardon?" she replied.
"That man." Rose looked over the way the man was pointing and saw a sandy-haired man.
"Yes! Yes, I am," she replied with tears in her eyes. "Jack!" she called. And he ran to her and she ran to him. They kept a close embrace, knowing nothing on earth would ever come between them.