I'll be along when I finish my song
This is Bobby Nash. I can’t come to the phone right now, leave a message after the beep.
Buck gasped at his voice, even though he dialed the number to hear it. “Hi, Bobby. I made your chilli for the wake. Everyone loved it. Jee even asked for seconds,” he laughed.
He paused for a minute. “They cleaned you up real good, Cap. No blood. Black suit though, not the blue one. Your mom brought it, said it was your dads.” Buck pressed his eyes shut. “I was strong for everyone, Bobby. I did good. I didn’t cry,” his voice broke, “I- I don’t know what to say. I- I miss you.”
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Grief is easier when shared, and Buck relies on his support system
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