Elizabeth looked up at the sky, "Do you think dad would have met mom up there?" She spoke as she sit in the backyard over the grass. The sun has set, and all of the relatives went back to their houses – now they will return for Owen's funeral tomorrow morning. Marcus, who sat beside her look up as well and shrugged, "I hope he does," He mumbled. He doesn't even know what his beliefs are about the afterlife, but he sure does hope that people get to meet their loved ones there – at least for once.

Elizabeth hummed. She stretched her feet out and leaned back on her elbows. Her forearms pressed against the cold grass. It was getting chilly, but she liked it. The cold wasn't bothering her, she had too much on her mind. "Do you think he ever forgave her?" She questioned next. Marcus sighed and looked at his sister. He softly smiled, "I hope he did," He replied.

Elizabeth slowly turned to look at Marcus. Her eyes were swollen and hooded from crying all day long. "Did you forgive her?" She asked. Marcus smiled and nodded his head, "I did. I did even before she –" he paused and gulped. He still sometimes feels that Ruby's suicide was unreal – like it never happened and she is living peacefully somewhere in the UK. Elizabeth nodded her head, she know what he was trying to say.

Elizabeth and Marcus were silent for a few seconds as they enjoyed the breeze. They had a long day and now they were trying to relax their minds by sitting out in the backyard. It brings Elizabeth memories of the time when Ruby passed – Marcus and she had a meaningful conversation for the first time in a long time. It feels the same. While these two were sitting outside, everyone else was inside – just being there for each other during this difficult time.

Elizabeth was the first person to walk outside. She didn't feel like being in the room where Owen isn't. She didn't feel right that all her family was there, but her biggest support – her father wasn't there. Her eyes were searching for him, so she walked out – Marcus followed him soon after. He had the same feeling. Owen was just telling his kids the other day how they need to stop smoking whenever they are stressed – maybe that's the reason why neither of the siblings brought out a cigarette. Owen didn't like it, then how could they smoke in his memory?

The two of them heard footsteps and turned their heads around to find Silas walking out – while putting his jacket on. He had a spare jacket in his hand that he threw at Elizabeth, "You will catch a cold," He told her while he loudly exhaled and sat on the other side of his sister. Elizabeth mumbled a small thank you while putting on the jacket – it felt nice to feel a bit warm.

"Where were you?" Marcus asked Silas. "I was changing Ezra's diaper," He replied. Elizabeth and Marcus glanced at each other before they both chuckled. Silas looked at them and rolled his eyes, "Real mature, you guys." He mumbled. "It is not like you don't do it, Marcus. And, Elizabeth, you can laugh all you want, I will too when you will be changing diapers of your own kids," He commented.

Marcus lowly laughed, "I wasn't making fun of you. I am just saying – it is weird to think that you are doing all these things. You couldn't even hold a child properly," He spoke while Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "Can we please not talk about me having kids? It freaks me out," She mumbled. Silas and Marcus shared a glance before they both looked at Elizabeth, who was once again looking up at the sky in complete silence.

Silas shrugged, "Honestly? I didn't even think I would be good with kids. I mean, you saw the way I was around Kathie when I would babysit her. I didn't know what to do. Before Ezra, I used to have sleepless nights thinking about how I was going to raise a child, but now – it doesn't seem so bad. It can be tiring, but that little man's face always put me in a better mood," Silas replied. He purposefully talked about it, so that Elizabeth could stop feeling so scared when it comes to kids.

Silas or Marcus would never force her to start a family with Leo, but if she wants kids and she is only scared that she will not be a good mother, then she needs to remove all that nonsense from her head. They have seen her with their own kids, she is such a caring aunt and then when they saw the way she feels for Liam – they did not doubt that she will be an amazing mother – to Liam and to any child she decides to have in future.

Elizabeth sighed and shook her head, "I am already panicking about Liam. I don't think I will be able to have more kids. You guys already know how I feel about having children of my own." She told them and sat straight. Marcus looked at his sister, "No one can force you to have them if you don't want to," He commented while Silas nodded his head. "And if you are having second thoughts about having Liam –" Elizabeth quickly shook her head, "I have no doubts about Liam's presence. I want him to be with us – it is just the thought of having children of my own - like giving birth, taking care of a newborn – and that stuff," She shrugged.

Silas chuckled, "That is your decision to make. If you choose to just have Liam around you, then that's all. No one can force you to have kids – not even Leo." He emphasized. Elizabeth chuckled, "Honestly? I think he is more scared of children than I am," She commented. Marcus smiled at that. He didn't comment on that. He and Charlie know about Leo's plan to ask for Elizabeth's hand in marriage. He sighed and stayed silent while looking up at the sky. Soon Elizabeth and Silas joined in and the three siblings wordlessly sat beside each other – each thinking about something different from the others.

The next morning was the hardest for everyone. It was time to say the last goodbye to Owen. It was the day of the funeral. The day already had a gloomy start with the rain pouring over the city hard. The weather matched the frame of mind. Silas watched outside the window as it poured. He was already dressed in a black suit. Maria walked to him dressed in a black dress as well. She had her hair tied in a bun. She rested the crutches under her arm and put her hand on Silas's arm – who was lost in his thoughts. "Silas, it's time." She whispered.

Silas closed his eyes as he recalled the memories he had with his father. The time Owen slapped him when he learned that he threw Maria out of the house after the misunderstanding. He remembered Owen being beside him when he found out about his mother. He recalled the words that he once spoke to him that will always stay with him, "We all make mistakes, but some mistakes have such gravity in them that they just pull us down to the pits. We can't get up after that – no matter how much we try. You made such a mistake and if I were in Maria's place, I wouldn't have forgiven you either... Your problem has always been that you think too little before you react. And believe me, keep doing that and it will hurt no one but only you."

"Thank you for the valuable lessons, dad. I promise I will never make such mistakes again." Silas whispered while Maria gently squeezed his shoulder – her eyes glossed while a tear escaped Silas's.

Marcus stands under the rain. He didn't care that was completely drenched. He didn't bring an umbrella, he didn't think of it. It was hard for him to process that today he will be laying his father under the ground. It feels like so many things were left unsaid, uneven when there wasn't anything to say. Marcus closed his eyes as he felt the rain pour over him – his mind took him to the memories he had with his father. He remembers that one night. It was weeks after Susan passed. Marcus was sick and alone. His father was the only man that came to see him. Whenever everyone turned their backs to Marcus, Owen never left him alone.

"Don't you hate me?" Marcus recalled asking his father, who had Kathie in his arms if he was rocking her to sleep, while he let Marcus rest.

Owen looked at his son, "Hate you? Son, I don't think a real father could ever hate his children – even after they make mistakes. They can be disappointed, but hate is a very powerful word. And in your case, I am disappointed in you. Not because I believe what Silas and others believe, but because you didn't take a stand for yourself. You didn't fight back. You should never let others put you down, Marcus, never... I don't care if no one believes you – but I do. I know I didn't raise a cheater. I know I didn't raise a backstabber. I believe in you, Marcus, I always did and I always will. I know you better than you think I do." His words echoed in Marcus's head. Marcus opened his tear-filled eyes – coming back to the present.

"Thank you for always believing in me, dad." He whispered.

Elizabeth sat in the car as they were driven to the church where the service is being held. In the car along with Elizabeth are Leo, Franklin, and Liam. She kept her eyes out of the window while her cheeks were stained with tears. Leo glanced at her as he sat beside her while Liam was on his other side and Franklin was in the passenger's seat while the driver drove them to the church. He put his hand over hers. She didn't even turn her head to look at him – she just held to his hand and gently squeezed it.

"Don't let anyone decide for you, you hear me? I don't care how much they think it is bad for you – you do what you want to do," Owen sternly told his daughter. Elizabeth had her head lowered. She lifts it to look at her father, "But what if they are right? What if I am making a mistake?" Elizabeth lowly mumbled, "What if it isn't?" He asked his daughter before he heaved a sigh and sat beside her, "Listen, if it is not right for you – you will know. You only learn from your mistakes. If you fail – it doesn't matter – you get up and you try again. Just don't let people decide for you, ever. You need to learn what is good for you and what is not." He told her while putting his arm around her shoulder. Elizabeth smiled and put her head on his shoulder. She always feels good after talking to her father, "What am I going to do without you?" She mumbled. Owen chuckled and kissed her head, "You will do just fine, I know. I believe in you." His voice echoed through her mind.

Elizabeth put her hand on the cold window of the moving car, "I will do just fine, dad. I promise." She whispered as she wept – holding Leo's hand tightly in hers.

The service was filled with sobs, tears, and sweet memories of Owen. Everyone had something good to talk about Owen. Everyone had nothing but good memories of him. He was just that good. Some relatives even gave a speech during the service, but neither of the family members had the strength to do so. After the service, it was time to bury Owen Harrison. All the attendees grabbed their umbrellas and aimed toward the cemetery. It was the same cemetery where Ruby was buried as well.

Since the path was wet and muddy, Leo was holding Maria's hand while Silas held her other hand as they slowly approached the grave. Elizabeth felt her steps getting heavy. She looked ahead of her at Leo – who was helping her sister. She sniffled and lowered her head – fresh tears escaped her eyes. She pulled her eyebrows together when she felt a hand holding her free hand. She looked down to see Liam beside her while holding Elizabeth's hand. He looked up at her and smiled softly. Elizabeth offered him a smile and gently held on to his hand. It was good to know that even when Leo is not around – she is not alone. She made sure he isn't getting wet by pulling the umbrella more to his side before walking along with him.

Marcus held Ezra in one of his arms while holding an umbrella in the other. Kathie and Ella shared a stroller that Charlie was pushing. While holding an umbrella in the other hand. Franklin was silently walking along with Owen's coffin. He let out tears as he recalled Owen's last words to him. Franklin remembers the way Owen held his hand. He was getting so weak, but still, he managed to have a smile on his face. "You have been a great friend, Franklin. I wish I met you earlier in life. Thank you for everything you did for me." Franklin let out a silent sob as he recalled those words. Owen said those words to him hardly a couple of days before he passed.

With tears, they put Owen down on the grave. As they lowered the coffin. The Harrison siblings stood by the edge with an umbrella shielding them from rain and watched as their father goes down. Marcus stood in the middle of his sister and brother. He put his arms around Silas and Elizabeth's necks and the two put their arms around Marcus. The three siblings hugged and cried as Owen's coffin was lowered.

Maria was the first one to step forward with an umbrella. She struggled to get to Silas with her crutches sinking in the mud, but with Franklin's help, she reached him. Ezra was now sleeping in his stroller. She holds onto Silas's hand. Silas looked at her as she cried and kissed her head before he wrapped his other arm around his wife and pulled her to him.

Charlie was next to reach Marcus. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him from behind. Marcus created a little gap between him and Elizabeth and made room for his wife in the middle. He kissed her head and rest his cheek on her head as he wept. Charlie held tightly to him as she cried as well. Kathie and Ella were in their strollers as well.

Leo was the last one to approach the group. He stood behind sobbing Elizabeth and wrapped his arm around her. She leaned again him while he kiss her temple.

Together they all said their last goodbye to the man that was loved by all.