Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Where's Henry?"

"He's in his room. I've called him down a few times, but he won't come. Says he doesn't want to eat."

Timothy pressed his lips together and headed for Henry's room.

Henry was still lying in bed.

As Timothy came closer, he saw his son's eyes were swollen from crying.

"Henry, come on. Dad's taking you to the movies."

"I don't want to go."

"Not even if it's your mom's movie?"

Henry sat up, staring at him in disbelief. "Mom made a movie? She can do that?"

Timothy nodded. "You'll see when we get there.”

He firmly believed Henry needed to see this film. He deserved to know everything

his mother had done for him—all the love she'd poured into him.

Father and son came downstairs together. Naylor stopped them, offering breakfast.

Timothy shook his head. "No thanks, you all eat. I'll take him out."

and let them

a grandfather, he'd always had it pretty easy. Timothy and Sallie were both mature and reliable, and both sides of the family-the Howard side and

around as a mother, he barely had to lift

with Jessica pulling back, that

didn't know what he was doing, and frankly,

smoothly. If anything important came up at the old house, she'd be there in a heartbeat. With her handling things, it wasn't just him—no

though? It was a

Headache after headache.

admit, a caring daughter-in-law made all the

what happened before. He still remembered how angry Timothy had

all through breakfast, Timothy

theater, Timothy even bought him popcorn and

still in limited release, so not every theater was

Henry, just like everyone

was finally time, he took Henry's hand

and scenes hit him just as hard as the first. As for Henry, like many others in the

did Henry finally understand why

in the

familiar

him. The theater was

to Timothy.

so he

out into the bright