He was on the way to the rink when it happened.
They told her he never felt a thing, he never saw it coming but she knew the heartache he went through.
She knew because he told her. They said he died on impact but she knew better. Adam had lived for a minute after it happened and he told her that minute was hell for him, it was hell because he knew he was going to die and that he would never see her face again, never tell her that he loved her again in person, only in spirit could he tell her such things.
The tears were flowing freely now as she felt for the urn beside her, it was time to do what she came to do.
Pulling on her skates, she grabbed his jersey and hockey stick and with the urn nestled under her arm she pushed off onto the ice.
This was exactly what he wanted her to do, she knew because he came to her at night, when she felt the loneliest.
She lifted the lid off of the urn and proceeded to skate around the pond until she found the spot. Carefully using his hockey stick, she stabbed at the ice until a hole emerged.
Trying her hardest not to cry she knelt beside the hole and slowly tipped his ashes into the water below. This was his final wish and he wanted her to be the one to do it.
I love you so much Julie, you have made me the happiest man. Don't be afraid to live your life.
With his words fresh in her head she stood up, gathered his jersey and stick and skated back to the edge of the pond where the Ducks were waiting for her.
Let them take care of you now baby. His voice was heard for the last time and Julie smiled up towards the stars knowing that she'd be alright.