Beanie Feldstein en el papel de...
Brigid
- Erik Blake: How about for Momo? Should we read Momo's email?
- Brigid: Dad, no, it makes us cry.
- Aimee: Oh God get out the kleenex.
- Erik Blake: This might be our last Thanksgiving together, can we please give her a voice...?
- Brigid: Of course...
- Aimee: Yeah, has he heard this?
- Richard: I heard about it, but not the actual...
- Erik Blake: She wrote this before she got really sick, Rich... an e-mail to these girls, what four years ago?
- Deirdre Blake: Here, give it to me, you're gonna end up asking me to finish..."Dear Aimee and Brigid, I was clumsy around you both today and felt confused. I couldn't remember your names and felt bad about that... It's strange slowly becoming someone I don't know. But while I am still here, I want to say: don't worry about me once I drift off for good. I'm not scared. If anything, I wish I could've known that most of the stuff I did spend my life worrying about wasn't so bad. Maybe it's because this disease has me forgetting the worst stuff, but right now I'm feeling nothing about this life was worth getting so worked up about. Not even dancing at weddings. Dancing at weddings always scared the crap out of me, but now it doesn't seem like such a big deal. Dance more than I did. Drink less than I did. Go to church. Be good to everyone you love. I love you more than you'll ever know."