Yet, I have lived a good life - my hardships have brought forth many great accomplishments, and new pathways each turn I took. I have seen many faces come and go. Those that I had met along my journey helped guide me in the right direction… I am grateful to have known them, even if I may have outlived them.
I’ve become far too old to continue my duties… my hands are aged and beginning to fail me. There is one boy that I have left my teachings to - my son, whom has now rightfully inherited the Du Couteau manor, and holds the same title. Though not related by blood, he will bring great honor to our family.
I only wish that you could see him now, father. The boy would make you proud to be called a grandfather.
My old bones can’t handle this journey up to your grave for much longer… but, I have a feeling we will be seeing each other again soon, regardless.