Much later, Theo showed me the final line of Jack’s note, which he hadn’t read at the funeral.
“If Mom looks angry, give her a little time. She’s actually pretty nice once she knows the whole story.”
I stared at the words before looking at Theo.
“My son gave me far too much credit.”
Theo smiled. “No, Mrs. Harris. He knew you.”
Perhaps he did.
Today, I no longer remember the red dress as something shocking. I remember the friendship behind it and the boy who remained funny, stubborn, and thoughtful even while facing the hardest battle of his life.
That day, Theo taught us to look beyond our first reactions and give people a chance to explain.
And whenever I think about that bright red dress, I remember Jack’s humor, his love, and the extraordinary friendship that helped carry his memory forward.
