"...he was unable to rise from his bed, and in a few days he died in my arms." (Page 147)
This reminds me of when I had two guinea pigs. One of them had to be put to sleep because it was too old to function, and the other one died about a week later because it was lonely. (At least, that's what my parents told me. I was about 4, and they might have just been protecting from the truth that they didn't want our guinea pigs anymore.) Either way, the death of Victor's father particularly upset me because I like Victor's father. He was a passionate, loving man who cared for his family above all things. He supported his son and encouraged him to find his way in the world. However, it wasn't the loss of the father that upset me most but the loss of a guardian for Ernest. The poor kid got kicked to the curb in the wake of his father's death and Victor's departure to track down and kill the creature. I almost wish Ernest hadn't even been written into the story so he wouldn't have had to be abandoned and forgotten amid Victor's plans and travels. Or the creature should have just killed him off too to save him a lifetime of sorrow.
Not that I want Ernest to die, but I know he would have some serious mental and emotional problems from literally watching his entire family die. The kid deserves an Oscar or something for his hardships.
So here you go, Ernest. I'm sorry for your loss...es.
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