He walked there with his friends during lunch breaks—John Reilly, Bob Falconero, the Three Amigos. They talked about work and family and the things that mattered.
Small sailboats glided in the wind. Joggers moved along the paved pathway. Lovers sat on the grass near the water.
Bert often said that he loved this place. One day, when his children were on their own, he wanted to move back here and enjoy walks along this mesmerizing river.
Per his wishes, Bert's ashes were scattered in the Charles River.