Chapter 67 The First Of The Rest Of Our Days

• Bastian Zabat held the letter against his chest for several minutes. Perhaps he was a coward, but he was afraid. Afraid that his son would reproach him, that his accusatory gaze would haunt him beyond his death. Numerous thoughts flooded his mind, the kind that arise when you contemplate your own existence and struggle to accept that there may come a moment when there is nothing left, only emptiness. Was there a life beyond death? Could he be reunited with loved ones who have passed away? He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and finally gathered the courage.
• He opened the letter and began to read.
• "Dad, I always knew that sooner or later you would return or want to come find me. My greatest fear is that when that happens, it might be too late and I won't be here. Although the law of life tells us that it is the children who bury their parents, sometimes circumstances or situations make it happen the other way around.