You remembered discovering that it wasn’t too expensive to take Jesse to see a movie at the Fremont Theater, and doing that when you could: the westerns, the musicals, The Incredible Mr. Limpet. Sitting in the dark with your son, watching a movie and eating popcorn: these were precious memories for you, pearls of incalculable price. When the horror of his final hours on this earth came for you in the middle of the night, as it still did after all these years, you turned to these memories for comfort, and knew you had done what you could to make his life a good one.
