Chapter 77 — A Gesture Of Love And Regret

• Despite the negative feelings my father stirred in me, a weight of guilt began to settle in these past few days. Even though I didn't believe in his regret, if I had known that his visit could have been a kind of farewell, I would have acted less harshly.
• As the tragedy surrounding his death unfolded, most people continued with their routines, seemingly unaffected. Thus, I found myself forced to postpone my return to Seattle to take care of the funeral arrangements.
• I enter the church, the sounds of my heels reverberating through the empty space. I walk up to his coffin, observing the empty pews around, which make me realize that the man who used to be surrounded by people now lies here, being mourned in solitude.