It had been a year since Dallas got shot in the standoff. It felt as if no time had passed at all.

It was a particularly gloomy day. Rainy skies with deep storm clouds. The heavy downpours pounded against your figure, threatening to drench you head to toe as you stood next to his grave. It wasn't anything special, but it was his.

As you stood over the burial sight, a deep red cardinal flew right onto the overhang caused by the tree nearby, almost staring directly at you.