After her death, it became a harsh year of depression. Kakashi had fallen behind in college and had also fallen into dept. He lost bonds with his friends and family and became a loner; wandering the streets and drinking too much almost every night.
"You are lost without her. Go pay her a visit, but not to her grave; even though she's safe there, she wouldn't be there," suggested Kiba.
"I know where she is..." replied Kakashi.
"Where?" Kakashi kept silent; he didn't want to talk about the past. "You're not the only person that misses her, you know? Say hi to her for me, okay?" Kiba was always a good helping hand to him, and so he took his advice.
He stumbled up the hill and tried to make his way to the two swift trees he had picked out along with her favorite silk dress he held in hand. The perfume atop the dress and the salty ocean mixed with the moist grass swaying in the breeze made him feel dizzy as he breathed. He could never understand why this was her favorite smell, but he admitted that her favorite place was beautiful. Visiting the place he had married her one year before, the northwest coast of Scotland where the Atlantic's crashing waves roared; where the wind whistled in tune with the rustling of the grass and leaves; and the place where the salt was so strong you could feel your mouth dry with thirst; all of this reminded him of her. He glanced down at the white dress and then the white rope he had cut perfectly with two clothes pins holding on ever so tightly. He was ready to say goodbye. He began to tie one end of the rope at the end of the tree branch, looped her former undergarment dress through the straps, and then tied the other end of the rope to the other tree. Then he clipped the clothes pins over the straps to keep it in tact with the rope. Everything was set up the way it was supposed to be. He prayed to and for her, and then looked towards the dress. She was there. Sakura was dancing away by the tree like a ballerina, she floated through the air and once she reached the dress, she smiled, waved, and vanished. He had proved Kiba wrong; she was safe here. It was time to let it go and head for a better future.
"Goodbye, Sakura," he muttered as he walked away, but he had to look one last time. He turned for that last look and could have sworn he saw doves fly from the dress and into the heavens.