Touched by an Angel1994

Tess:
I told you he needed an umbrella but I didn't tell you to hit him on the head with it.

Monica:
I know. I got angry.

Tess:
Well, anger's not so bad. You just gotta be careful where you put it. So now you're sitting out here contemplating the infinite, huh?

Monica:
And what it takes to run it. I can't see the plan, Tess. I know I'm supposed to be doing something but I don't know what. He said so many awful things.

Tess:
You see, that anger's clouding your brain. Forget what he said. What did you hear?

Monica:
I heard fear. Fear that his life has been a waste. He knows that he's dying and he knows that he's dying by himself.

Tess:
Oh, honey, we all die by ourselves. It's living by ourselves that hurts. What is he leaving behind that will last?

Monica:
I don't know.

Tess:
Some of our best living is done by the people we leave behind.