“Yep. A web address. In Dad’s handwriting. Mom had never noticed it before. So, she types it into her phone, and she says she’s instantly mesmerized. And that feeling she’d had is like changing inside her, and she knows this is it.”

“What was the website?”

“It was a TuberOne video. And I’m like, okay, I’ll watch it after school, because the thing is twenty minutes long and I’m still groggy. But then she’s plopping her laptop in front of me. And now I’m watching some video about living your life with no regrets. About generating good energy in life. About never taking time, or love, for granted.”

And for a second, I wonder if this is going where I hope it is, that she’s told him about the reanimation. But that’s not possible, right? No way he’s in such a generous mood, if he knew.

“And then the video ends, and I’m like, thanks, Mom, because I don’t know what else she wants me to say. But then just as she’s sliding two sunny-sides onto my plate, she puts her spatula hand on my shoulder and she says, ‘Quincy Michael, I want you to promise me one thing.’ And I say okay, what? And she says, ‘That this month, you’ll work doubly hard to live your life the way your father did. With grace and honor, love and mercy. That you will let go of any anger and hurt, and that every day you’ll do one thing that makes you happy.’”

“Oh, wow. That’s . . . that’s deep.”

Q nods. “Yeah. It just got me thinking, what would Dad do? What choices would he make? He used to invite strangers into our house because he believed there was something good in everyone. People loved him because dude abounded in positivity.”

And that couldn’t be any more accurate. Mr. B may have been the most genuinely joyful person I’ve ever met.

“So, here I am.”

“So, you’re saying it wasn’t really Autumn that made you come?”

“Dad loved everyone. But he really loved you. He wouldn’t want me to carry anything bad for you in my heart. But Autumn’s the one who kept blowing up my phone until I promised to come here. So she gets credit too.”

“Well, you gotta send me the link to this video. I wanna check it out too.”

Q nods. “It’s probably easy to find. It was by the Center . . .”

And my eyes nearly fall out of my face. “Did you say the Center?”

“Yeah, the Center for Orthopedics. I guess a bunch of bone doctors in Canada made it a few years back and it went viral.”

Okay, okay, so, maybe not the Center, but still, c’mon, that’s pretty dang close, and if that’s not at least a little meaningful, I don’t know what is.