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<\/p>\nJack would have been delighted to discover that the dress came with pockets. Theo pulled out a neatly folded scrap of paper and opened it. \u201cAnd I know some of you might think I\u2019m making this up. But Jack wrote it down.\u201d I raised my head at once. Theo turned toward me. \u201cMrs. Harris, I\u2019m sorry I didn\u2019t tell you about this before today. I wanted to, but I didn\u2019t know how.\u201d<\/p>\n
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He started to read aloud. \u201cTheo, if you\u2019re reading this because I didn\u2019t make it, that\u2019s pretty embarrassing for me.\u201d Gentle laughter passed through the chapel. Even in the middle of unbearable sorrow, I knew that peculiar humor could only belong to Jack. Theo kept reading.<\/p>\n
\u201cFirst, you promised. Red dress. And don\u2019t change your mind just because some of my relatives are going to judge you.\u201d A sound escaped Daniel that was part sob and part laugh. Several heads turned briefly toward his brother. Then Theo reached the last instruction. \u201cAnd don\u2019t start breaking promises just because I\u2019m not around to remind you.\u201d He brought the note down. \u201cI nearly didn\u2019t come today.\u201d<\/p>\n
He spoke so softly that everyone leaned into the silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy dad told me people would misunderstand. My mom thought it would upset everyone. My sister said it was a ridiculous idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
He studied his red outfit.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut she lent it to me anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
Toward the rear of the room, a young woman put her hand over her mouth.<\/p>\n
It was Theo\u2019s sister.<\/p>\n
Then his eyes met mine and Daniel\u2019s.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t trying to disrespect Jack. I was just trying to keep the promise I made him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tears spilled freely down his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never wanted to make this day harder for you.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n At that moment, remaining in my chair became impossible.<\/p>\n Only a short while earlier, I\u2019d seriously considered having Theo escorted out of the building.<\/p>\n Now I understood that he\u2019d spent the service sitting silently, afraid that fulfilling his closest friend\u2019s last wish would cause pain to the very family he cared about.<\/p>\n I rose and made my way to the lectern.<\/p>\n Theo became motionless.<\/p>\n For one brief second, I could see he believed I was about to interrupt and end his tribute.<\/p>\n But I opened my arms and pulled him close instead.<\/p>\n He had grown taller than I was.<\/p>\n In my mind, I saw the seven-year-old boy who used to turn up at our door with mud-covered sneakers and gaps where his front teeth should have been.<\/p>\n Now that same boy leaned down into my embrace and broke into tears.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n My arms tightened around him.<\/p>\n \u201cYou have nothing to apologize for.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI should have explained.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re explaining now.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t want to upset you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou haven\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n I rested my hand lightly against his shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cPlease finish, Theo. Tell us what Jack wanted everyone to hear.\u201d<\/p>\n He gave a small nod.<\/p>\n I went back to Daniel, who was no longer trying to conceal his tears.<\/p>\n Theo moved the microphone into place once more.<\/p>\n \u201cActually, I prepared a proper eulogy,\u201d he admitted.<\/p>\n He held up a small stack of papers.<\/p>\n \u201cSeven pages.\u201d<\/p>\n A voice from among Jack\u2019s schoolmates interrupted, \u201cSeriously, Theo?\u201d<\/p>\n Theo broke into a laugh.<\/p>\n \u201cExactly. Jack would\u2019ve complained before I finished the first one.\u201d<\/p>\n He set the written speech to one side.<\/p>\n \u201cSo I\u2019m not reading them.\u201d<\/p>\n Instead of following his prepared remarks, Theo began remembering their years together.<\/p>\n He told everyone about the time the two boys sent a hockey puck crashing through our garage window.<\/p>\n For hours afterward, they tried to devise a convincing explanation before finally agreeing that a bird should take the blame.<\/p>\n Daniel had demanded to know what kind of bird could possibly fly around carrying a hockey puck.<\/p>\n Jack replied, \u201cA very strong one.\u201d<\/p>\n The chapel filled with laughter.<\/p>\n Theo talked about Jack\u2019s habit of making up Monopoly rules whenever it suited him, claiming that cheating couldn\u2019t exist because the bank supposedly carried insurance.<\/p>\n He remembered the boys\u2019 first year in high school, when Theo once became so overwhelmed that he hid inside a bathroom stall.<\/p>\n Rather than leave him alone, Jack settled outside the door and acted as though they had intentionally decided to miss class together, staying until Theo felt capable of going back.<\/p>\n Gradually, Theo\u2019s expression grew tender.<\/p>\n \u201cWhen Jack became sick, everyone started telling him how brave he was.\u201d<\/p>\n He stopped briefly.<\/p>\n \u201cHonestly, he hated that.\u201d<\/p>\n Through my tears, I found myself smiling.<\/p>\n I remembered Jack complaining that having an illness wasn\u2019t automatically proof of bravery.<\/p>\n Theo went on.<\/p>\n \u201cHe said cancer wasn\u2019t something he\u2019d chosen. It was something happening to him.\u201d<\/p>\n His grip on the podium grew firmer.<\/p>\n \u201cBut I think Jack was brave in a different way.\u201d<\/p>\n He turned his gaze toward us.<\/p>\n \u201cHe understood that his treatments might not work before most of us were ready to accept that possibility.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Fresh tears blurred my sight.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd even while he was frightened, he kept trying to make everyone around him feel less afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n Theo ran his fingers gently over the dress\u2019s red fabric.<\/p>\n \u201cThis wasn\u2019t just Jack teasing me.\u201d<\/p>\n A faint smile returned.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, maybe it was partly that.\u201d<\/p>\n A handful of people laughed again.<\/p>\n \u201cBut I think he also wanted to make one last choice for himself.\u201d<\/p>\n I felt the weight of those words immediately.<\/p>\n Throughout his treatment, my son had been forced to surrender control over so many ordinary parts of living.<\/p>\n His education.<\/p>\n The way he looked.<\/p>\n Whether he felt hungry.<\/p>\n His ability to do things independently.<\/p>\n Even his expectations for the years ahead.<\/p>\n Yet he had still managed to decide on this peculiar, unforgettable experience.<\/p>\n One red dress.<\/p>\n One absurd agreement.<\/p>\n One final joke whose meaning wouldn\u2019t become clear until months afterward.<\/p>\n Theo turned toward Jack\u2019s coffin for the final time.<\/p>\n \u201cSo this is for you, Jack.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked at his clothing once again.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd for the record, I absolutely hate wearing this thing.\u201d<\/p>\n From the back, his sister shouted.<\/p>\n \u201cYou look wonderful!\u201d<\/p>\n Laughter swept through the entire chapel.<\/p>\n Even through our sadness, Daniel and I found ourselves smiling.<\/p>\n Theo gave a little shake of his head.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks, Emma.\u201d<\/p>\n Then he looked straight toward the coffin.<\/p>\n \u201cYou win, buddy.\u201d<\/p>\n And moved back from the microphone.<\/p>\n When the service ended, mourners began coming over to Theo, one after another.<\/p>\n Several embraced him.<\/p>\n Others explained how certain they were that Jack would have adored what he\u2019d done.<\/p>\n Daniel\u2019s brother was one of the first to come forward, wearing an embarrassed expression.<\/p>\n \u201cTheo, I owe you an apology.\u201d<\/p>\n Theo looked puzzled.<\/p>\n \u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI judged you the moment you walked into the chapel. I didn\u2019t even give you a chance to explain.\u201d<\/p>\n Theo gave a small shrug.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s okay.\u201d<\/p>\n But my brother-in-law shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, it wasn\u2019t. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n He extended his hand.<\/p>\n Theo accepted the handshake.<\/p>\n Jack would have been delighted to discover that the dress came with pockets. 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