Simon Birch Page #7

in the fellowship

of Thy saints.

In sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to eternal life...

through our Lord, Jesus Christ,

we commend our sister, Rebecca.

And we commit her body

to the ground.

Earth to earth,

ashes to ashes.

And dust to dust.

The Lord bless her

and keep her.

Amen.

Mind if I join ya?

Whatcha got there?

Simon's baseball cards.

He gave 'em to me.

I don't get it.

Stupid baseball cards are...

Simon's favorite thing

in the world.

Maybe that's why

he gave them to you.

I don't want 'em.

That's a good thing because

I bet you he wants 'em back.

- I still don't get it.

- Maybe it's his way of saying, "Sorry."

That he still loves you.

I mean, he's trusting you

with them, right?

- So what should I do?

- I don't know.

Give him somethin'

in return?

Somethin' that he knows

you want back.

What's this?

It's for Simon.

Make sure he gets it.

My mother found

the armadillo.

- She fainted.

- For real?

Just like in the movies.

Screamed and dropped.

- Cool.

- It was pretty boss.

Here.

You know, when I first

saw the bag, I thought that

maybe the baseball was in it.

- What? Why?

- I don't know.

You did take it,

didn't you?

Why would I want to possess

that fated baseball?

Well, somebody took

the ball.

Who else would want it?

- Maybe he was there that day.

- Who?

Your father.

Maybe he took the ball.

I'm sorry, Joe.

- It was out of my hands.

- What do you mean?

I'm God's instrument.

I wish it was someone else.

- But he wanted it to be me.

- Simon, it was an accident.

There are no accidents.

God has a plan for all of us.

There's no plan, Simon.

Don't you understand that by now?

- But God...

- There is no God.

It's like believing

in Santa Claus or the Easter bunny.

- It's all bullshit, Simon.

- Don't say that.

My mom is dead because

she got hit by a baseball,

and you're small because

you were born a sick baby.

That's it. Just stop trying

to make sense of it all. You can't.

Joe.

Simon.

Into paradise...

may the angels...

lead you.

Simon. Simon.

I hear you.

What do you want?

What do you want from me?

Simon, it's me.

I thought you were...

someone else.

I'm sorry.

I know.

Come on. Let's go home.

Timber-r-r!

One year good luck.

One year good luck.

Oh! Oh, man, that's cold!

- It's freezing!

- My balls just turned into prunes.

My balls just turned

into raisins.

Look!

Come on.

I'll race you to the dock.

Nah, I don't think...

Ready, set, go.

Hey, cheater!

When someone you love dies,

you don't lose them

all at once.

You lose them in pieces,

over time.

Like how the mail

stops coming.

What I remember most to this day

was my mother's scent.

And how I hated it

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