Xyla Quest took the white chrysanthemums from Stanley Batton before kneeling to place them on the ground to pay her respects to her father, Jeremy Quest.

“Dad, I’m here to see you,” she said, moving closer to the tombstone and hugging it tightly.

The tombstone was akin to a metaphorical knife that stabbed into her heart, causing tears to trickle down her face without her realizing it, blurring her vision.

“Dad, I’m sorry. I came late. How are you doing up there?” Xyla asked.

No matter what