Three decades passed just like a wink of an eye. In a remote county of Ontario, Canada. An aged woman in all black dress, stood up and head’s leaning to the ground. It’s a country church yard. It was Mira, one must take some time recognizing her. Her hair turned gray, wrinkles appeared in the forehead. Seems uttering a prayer…and gently gripping a rosary bid. No one bothers to look a scraped stone in front of her. If they had…there they’ve read the name, BRENT HALLY.