This was meant to be a day of happiness, not tragedy. This was meant to be a day to celebrate life not death.
I had been looking forward to this day since my daughter's birth. Nothing could describe the joy in my heart when Paris agreed to marry Juliet. Now there is no room in my heart for anything but morning and grief.
From the music to the food there was still nothing that warmed my soul like the innocent smile on my daughter's face, now it is lost forever.
Now that my daughter is gone, I live in the realm of uncertainty. This past week has been more painful than any wound. It has pierced my heart greater than any arrow.
All I have done in my lifetime is serve others. I have lead one of the great families of Verona, with limitless distinction, fathered a child, counselled anyone wise enough to listen. If I may be so bold, God, I need to ask a question of you. What have I done to deserve this sorrow? What have I done to earn this suffering? All the good I have done in my life and this is how you repay me?
Such a god as you has taught me to love and care for others and you continue to take them away from me! The devil in all his heartless evil would not dare to do me such an injustice as you have done. So God, I have requested your presence to demand an answer. Why have you done this to me?
I have but one regret, my mistreatment of Juliet in her final illustrious days. Wherever you are right now my daughter, please forgive me, I am sorry, I am sorry...
