What Dreams May Come
written by Ronald Bass, from the novel by Richard Matheseon
Chris: Sorry, Babe. There's some things I have to say and I only have a few moments left. I'm sorry for all the things I'll never give you. I'll never buy you another meatball sub with extra sauce. That's a big one. I'll never make you smile. I just wanted us to grow old together. Just two old farts laughing at each other as our bodies fell apart, together at the end...at that lake in your painting. It was our Heaven, see? There's lots of things to miss. Books...naps...kisses...and...fights! (laughs) God, we had some great ones. (whispers) Thank you for those. Thank you for every kindness. Thank you for our children. And for the first time I saw them. Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with. For your guts...for your sweetness...for how you always looked--for how I always wanted to touch you. You were my life. I apologize for every time I failed you. Especially this one.
Credit and many thanks to Sarah for this monologue, it is very much appreciated.