Jack Goes Home Page #6

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Mother alight

lifts babe in her arms,

holding him tight

with all of her charms.

She sings a sweet hum,

a dear lovely song,

"till tomorrow, my darling,

here's where you belong."

Jack?

You asleep, Jack?

Okay, good.

Here we go.

When you're all grown up...

When you're a big boy,

a young man,

when you're ready...

You're gonna find this tape.

In the attic.

When you're ready, Jack,

you go up to the attic.

- What? What the f***?!

C'mon!

- What are you doing?

- You locked the attic.

Wh-wh-why did you lock it?

- What are you talking about?

- This attic was unlocked

a night ago. Now it's not.

Open the f***ing door!

- Alright.

You wanna do this?

Let's do it!

I didn't lock the f***ing attic,

but I have a feeling

that you wouldn't like

what you found up there,

sweet little boy of mine.

Not yesterday, not today,

and not tomorrow.

So, why don't you just curl up

and cry yourself to sleep

like a good little boy?

I'm gonna sit here...

Until I can trust

that you've gone to sleep.

Good boy.

- This is why, mom.

This is why

I need to go up there.

- In the attic.

When you're ready, Jack,

you go up to the attic.

And, someday,

you'll know the truth.

But just remember...

I love you more than anything.

- What is he talking about?

- Rewind.

Fast-forward.

Stop.

- And, someday,

you'll know the truth.

But just remember...

I love you more than anything.

- Rewind. Play it again.

- Why?

- Just play it again.

Play that piece again right now.

Play it again.

- Just remember...

I love you more than anything.

- Rewind it and play it again.

Play it again!

- I love you more than anything.

- That's all that matters.

That he loved you.

- I love you more than anything.

I love you more than anything.

I love you more than anything.

- He loved you.

Shhh. Shhh...

- First, I just wanna thank

you all so much for coming.

It means a lot to both

my mother and my father.

I believe most of you

have known me since I was...

This big.

So you also know

I'm terrible at public speaking

and I did not prepare a speech

of any kind for today.

But here's what I will say.

My family - the unholy Trinity,

if you will -

could always agree

that a funeral

should never be a funeral...

But a celebration.

That's what today is.

It's a celebration of life...

Well lived.

A life of kindness.

My mother and I truly hope

you believe that.

I... I can still feel my father

standing behind me,

his supportive hand on my back,

telling me I can do anything.

And I look in front of me,

and thank god I have my mother

to tell me the same.

Still standing...

Right here with me.

Now, as my father would've said,

let's celebrate life...

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