Everything feels like one more insult you don’t have room to absorb.
Then Theo’s name was announced for the eulogy.
I had forgotten he was supposed to speak.
He stood.
The whispers followed him all the way to the microphone.
Now he was staring at the coffin.
He pulled the microphone closer.
“About six months ago, Jack and I were watching this terrible movie in his room.”
A tiny smile appeared.
“He said it was a classic. It was not.”
A few of Jack’s friends laughed softly.
Theo continued.
“He’d just gotten back from another scan. His parents weren’t home yet.”
I looked at Daniel.
I remembered that scan.
The results had been bad.
Not hopeless. Not officially.
But bad enough that the doctor had started using phrases like “next-line treatment” and “managing expectations.”
Theo said, “Jack asked me if I’d speak at his funeral.”
