The next morning, Nancy returned to the cemetery only to find the pie gone—and in its place, a simple note that read, “Thank you.” Shocked and unsettled, she set out to uncover who had taken the pie. What she discovered was a young, hungry boy named Jimmy, who had stumbled upon her offering and left the note out of gratitude.
Her anger dissolved into empathy, and she brought Jimmy home, feeding him the same pie once made for Henry. In doing so, Nancy found a new way to honor her son’s memory—not through mourning, but through compassion. As the boy savored each bite, Nancy felt something shift in her heart. Maybe this was Henry’s way of reminding her that love doesn’t end—it just finds new forms.