Here is one more chapter, dear Mother and Father. It is dedicated to you, as is every page herein. I have gradually lost faith that I will ever find a way to deliver to you the story of my afterlife, and so I will stop for now and say good-bye. I want to stop while I still remember what the two of you look like. In time, your faces will grow dimmer and dimmer. It will be as though you died instead of me. But even when I cannot see your faces anymore, please know this: your son still loves you. How curious that I never told you so before.