She loved the woods, so he crouches in front of her headstone and places a bough from a fir tree on the snowy ground. She'd accepted him - both of him - and told him she loved him.
"You trusted in your God," he says quietly. "You didn't go home, baby, and you didn't get 'boxed'. You're with your God now..."
Then he can't speak anymore. He cries for the suffering she went through in her war-torn universe, and can only hope that her beliefs have given her some peace.