Theo touched the red fabric of the dress.
“This wasn’t just Jack teasing me,” he said.
He smiled a little.
“Okay. Maybe it was partly that.”
A few people laughed.
“But I think it was also one last thing he got to choose for himself.”
Those words hit me harder than anything else that day.
When Jack got sick, he lost control of almost everything.
School. His friends. His hair. His appetite. His body. His privacy. His independence. Every plan he’d ever made for his future.
Doctors decided his schedule. Nurses decided when he slept. Insurance companies decided which drugs he could have.
But he chose this.
This strange, ridiculous, unforgettable moment.
A red dress. A silly promise. A joke he knew wouldn’t land until months after he was gone.
He planned his own punchline.
Theo looked over at the coffin one last time.
“So this is for you, Jack.”
He looked down at himself.
“And for the record, I absolutely hate wearing this thing.”
From the back row, his sister Emma called out loud.
“You look amazing!”
The whole chapel burst out laughing.
Even Daniel and I couldn’t help it. We laughed and cried at the same time.
Theo shook his head.
“Thanks, Emma.”
Then he turned and faced my son’s coffin.
“You win, buddy,” he said quietly.
And he stepped away from the microphone.
After the service, people lined up to talk to Theo.
One after another. Hugging him. Shaking his hand. Telling him how much Jack would’ve loved it.
Daniel’s brother Rick was the first one in line.
He looked miserable.
“Theo,” he said. “I owe you an apology.”
Theo frowned. “For what, Mr. Harris?”
“The second you walked in, I judged you. Out loud. I didn’t even give you a chance to explain.”
Theo shrugged.
“It’s okay. Jack said you would.”
Rick laughed. Then his face crumpled.
“No,” he said. “It’s not okay. I’m sorry, son.”
He held out his hand. Theo shook it.
Daniel’s Great-Aunt Dorothy, who’s ninety-one and has never once been seen without pearls, walked up to Theo with her cane.
“Young man,” she said, “I still don’t understand why young people do half the things they do.”
Theo blinked.
“But that was the most beautiful thing I’ve heard in a church in sixty years,” she said. And she patted his cheek.
Theo grinned.
“Honestly, ma’am? That’s fair.”
For the first time all day, he looked like the cheerful little boy I used to know.
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