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."

just nodded and let

sides of the family-the Howard side and their own -cared deeply, so there was

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

recently, with Jessica pulling back, that Henry ended up at

He was out of practice, didn't know what he was doing, and frankly, didn't want the

came up at the old house, she'd be

It

Headache after headache.

all the difference for a family. Timothy took Henry out for

his dad would bring up what

Timothy didn't mention

the theater, Timothy even bought him popcorn and a Coke-

so not every theater was showing it. The line

with Henry, just

he took

as hard as the first. As

credits rolled did Henry finally understand why his father

scenes in the movie

familiar

him. The theater was

to Timothy.

so he didn't

out into the bright

"Dad, can I use your phone for a

you need it