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."

nodded and

pretty easy. Timothy and Sallie were both mature and reliable, and both sides of the family-the

with Jessica around as a mother, he barely had to lift

Jessica pulling back, that Henry ended up

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

little household ran smoothly. If anything important came up at the old house, she'd be there in a heartbeat. With her handling things, it wasn't

though? It was a

Headache after headache.

to admit, a caring daughter-in-law made all the difference for a family. Timothy took

up what happened before. He still remembered how angry Timothy

through breakfast, Timothy didn't mention

even bought him popcorn and a Coke-

so not every theater was showing it. The line

with Henry, just like

time, he took Henry's

time seeing the film, and some lines and scenes hit him just as hard as the first. As for Henry, like many others in the audience, he watched quietly,

the credits rolled did Henry finally understand why his father had insisted

scenes in the movie

familiar

him. The theater was

to

so he didn't

son walked out into the