- “I told him there was absolutely no chance.”
- His lips trembled.
- “Then he said it had to be red.”
- A few guests looked at one another.
- Theo tried to smile.
- “He said black made me look like a funeral director, and he refused to have me standing around looking that miserable.”
- Someone laughed softly through their tears.
- That sounded exactly like my son.
- Theo paused to steady himself.
- “I kept telling him he was going to recover. I said there wouldn’t be any funeral.”
- His voice broke.
- “He said he hoped I was right.”
- The entire chapel became silent.
- “But then he asked me to promise anyway.”
- My hands began trembling.
- Jack had never told Daniel or me about that conversation.
- He’d continued discussing college, traveling, and everything he wanted to do once his treatments were finished.
- We’d clung to those plans because imagining the alternative was unbearable.
- Yet six months before he died, he’d quietly asked his best friend to prepare for something none of us wanted to face.
- Theo wiped his cheeks.
- “I thought refusing would make him feel more frightened. So I promised.”
- Then he reached into the pocket of his dress.
- Despite everything, I almost smiled.
- Jack would have loved the fact that the dress had pockets.
- Theo unfolded a small piece of paper.
- “And I know some of you might think I’m making this up. But Jack wrote it down.”
- My head lifted immediately.
- Theo looked toward me.
- “Mrs. Harris, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this before today. I wanted to, but I didn’t know how.”
- He began reading.
- “Theo, if you’re reading this because I didn’t make it, that’s pretty embarrassing for me.”
- A ripple of laughter moved through the chapel.
- Even through my grief, I recognized Jack’s unmistakable humor.
- Theo continued.
- “First, you promised. Red dress. And don’t change your mind just because some of my relatives are going to judge you.”
- Daniel made a sound somewhere between laughter and crying.
- A few people glanced toward his brother.
- Then Theo read the final instruction.
- “And don’t start breaking promises just because I’m not around to remind you.”
- He lowered the paper.
- “I nearly didn’t come today.”
- His voice became quiet.
- “My dad told me people would misunderstand. My mom thought it would upset everyone. My sister said it was a ridiculous idea.”
- He looked down at the dress.
- “But she lent it to me anyway.”
- A young woman near the back of the chapel covered her mouth.
- Theo’s sister.
- Then he looked directly at Daniel and me.
- “I wasn’t trying to disrespect Jack. I was just trying to keep the promise I made him.”
- Tears rolled down his cheeks.
- “I never wanted to make this day harder for you.”
- That was when I couldn’t remain seated any longer.
- Just minutes earlier, I’d been thinking about asking Theo to leave.
- Now I realized he’d been sitting quietly among us, terrified that honoring his friend’s final request might hurt the people he loved.
- I stood and walked toward the podium.
- Theo froze.
- For a second, he seemed to think I was coming to stop his speech.
- Instead, I wrapped my arms around him.
- He was taller than me now.
- I remembered the little boy who’d once arrived at our house with missing front teeth and muddy sneakers.
- Now he bent toward me and began sobbing.
- “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
- I held him tighter.
- “You have nothing to apologize for.”
- “I should have explained.”
- “You’re explaining now.”
- “I didn’t want to upset you.”
- “You haven’t.”
- I gently touched his shoulder.
- “Please finish, Theo. Tell us what Jack wanted everyone to hear.”
- He nodded.
- I returned to my seat beside Daniel, who was openly crying.
- Theo adjusted the microphone again.
- “Actually, I prepared a proper eulogy,” he admitted.
- He lifted several pages.
- “Seven pages.”
- Someone among Jack’s classmates called out, “Seriously, Theo?”
- Theo laughed.
- “Exactly. Jack would’ve complained before I finished the first one.”
- He placed the pages aside.
- “So I’m not reading them.”
- Instead, he began sharing memories.
- He described the afternoon when the boys accidentally broke our garage window with a hockey puck.
- They spent hours inventing explanations before deciding to blame a bird.
- Daniel had asked what sort of bird could possibly carry a hockey puck.
- Jack answered, “A very strong one.”
- Laughter filled the chapel.
- Theo recalled how Jack regularly invented his own Monopoly rules and insisted cheating was impossible because the bank supposedly had insurance.
- He remembered their first year of high school, when Theo became overwhelmed and hid in a bathroom stall.
- Jack sat outside the door, pretending they were deliberately skipping class, until Theo felt ready to return.
- Then Theo’s expression softened.
- “When Jack became sick, everyone started telling him how brave he was.”
- He paused.
- “Honestly, he hated that.”
- I smiled through my tears.
- Jack had once complained that being sick didn’t automatically make him courageous.
- Theo continued.
- “He said cancer wasn’t something he’d chosen. It was something happening to him.”
- His fingers tightened around the podium.
- “But I think Jack was brave in a different way.”
- He looked toward Daniel and me.
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