we always had each other

I hope everyone loses the world cup and then the universe explodes

you’re phillip buckley. you and your wife are considering splitting up. you receive two emails over the course of some weeks. your son invites you to the funeral of the man who raised him in your stead. it’d be a four hour drive maybe. you choose not to go. you drink some wine. then your daughter sends you an email announcing the birth of her second child who is named after the same man that raised your son. the same dead man. you know that no child will ever be named after you. you know that it’s what you deserve.

you’re phillip buckley and you witness your son receive the greatest gift he could ever ask for (his captain believed in him a year ago) and there’s an expression on his face you’ve never seen. you once thought you knew what he looked like happy; bruised and rough around the edges with an ice cream cone in his hand. now you see that it was never joy, it was transaction. you’ll never see that face on him. you’ll never elicit that look after you’re gone.

i have this deadly sickness called remembering

“what time do you get off?” well that’s not really any of your business now is it

man I think about how Bobby's last message to Buck was that he loves Buck and he's going to be okay, and Buck's first scene with Maddie after Bobby's death is them discussing Chim but then Maddie telling him she loves him and asking if he's doing okay.