Finale.

When it’s not the first day of November, the silence in cemeteries is deafening. Only a few visit the graves of their loved ones on ordinary days.

Like on that day, Jillian walked from the cemetery entrance toward the grave she intended to visit. The place was very quiet but not frightening because the sun was shining brightly.

As she walked, she recalled the events of her life.

She had failed so many times. She planted anger and reaped pain. She made mistakes — too many to count. But when she finally had the chance to make things right, she didn’t waste it.

She asked for forgiveness and forgave others. She sacrificed and gave in, even if it hurt her. But the Lord had been gracious to her. He gave her the people she loved. Until the bombing happened...

Jillian stopped in front of a mausoleum, went inside, and placed a basket of flowers on top of the marble tomb.

“It’s been a long time, Papa.” Tears welled in her eyes as her hand traced the name of her father engraved on the tombstone