“How do you forgive the unthinkable? How do you begin to wrap your mind around closure to the deep-rooted memory of such a devastating incident?” “I worked my fingers to the bone to give my son a future, but that boy didn’t have a chance in the world. It wasn’t Lima that killed him, but I still hate being there now. Christians are suppose to be able to forgive, but I can’t let it go. I have searched the depths of my soul for some shred of forgiveness