RIP Anchises.

After all the blows inflicted upon me; from the fall of Troy and loss of my dear wife, to an exile to sea and storms, this is the hardest to bear.  Anchises, best of fathers, plucked from so many perils all for nothing. Here on Sicily my father has died and I have lost my mainstay. Not even Helenus foresaw such grief, nor even foul Calaeno. 

I must keep going, leading my people and my son. The almight gods have commanded i go to Italy and go i shall. Rest in peace dear father.