Chapter thirty
Chapter 30

"For every man, there's an appointed time to thrive. But then, we still have to return to the dust from whence we came. For everything, there's an appointed season; a time to laugh and a time to cry, a time to weep and a time to smile. A time to be born, and a time to die..."

The air was gloomy and dark as the preacher went on. Isaiah's funeral had taken place for the next day and for their men who had died, they had already held a funeral in silence for them in the house before setting to the cemetry for Isaiah.

Oliver was still very much angry, especially at the fact that he could have prevented it if he got their sooner, that was what he thought, somehow he blamed himself.

He was blaming himself for not being there, he knew that why had happened has happened and there was nothing f he could do to change the past and he would have to live with the pain that his grandfather had died in his arms.

“Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well, wi
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