This episode is so beautifully crafted. This episode is full of heartbreaking scenes of Nate trying to piece together the puzzle that is his enigmatic father and his life- trying to understand what all of these clues about his father mean, while also subconsciously struggling with the possibility that his clues weren't actually clues at all.
Nate's struggle to figure out who his father was, just a bit too late, while also watching Mr. Jones, who knew everything about his wife of 56 years that passed away is such a devastating and wonderful juxtaposition.
The way this episode manages to capture two entirely different forms of grief is truly remarkable and something that I wasn't able to appreciate until I rewatched this series multiple times, and now I consider it to be one of the most beautiful and devastating episodes of television ever filmed.
Nate's struggle to figure out who his father was, just a bit too late, while also watching Mr. Jones, who knew everything about his wife of 56 years that passed away is such a devastating and wonderful juxtaposition.
The way this episode manages to capture two entirely different forms of grief is truly remarkable and something that I wasn't able to appreciate until I rewatched this series multiple times, and now I consider it to be one of the most beautiful and devastating episodes of television ever filmed.