I am never not thinking about "In my own way I loved him." Frascone accesses a nuance with this line that I have searched for my whole life.

Brayden Frascone has written a simple yet very profound play about a brief encounter between two people that changes their lives. One, at the end of his life, achieves a sense of forgiveness and redemption. The gift he makes enables the other character to begin moving forward through his grief and grasp an opportunity to achieve his dream. The dialogue is believable and natural, and the characters are well drawn. It’s a simple presentation of how two lives can intersect and have profound impact on each other.

A true mark of a strongly composed one-act play is if it can exist as a fulfilling night of theatre all on its own; while I haven't yet paid an admission price to see this play, I'd happily do it in full, a dozen times over, just to sit under the eponymous skylight in the run-down club with the two characters Brayden's given voice to. Falling Skies is a beautiful, humorous, heart wrenching story of shared grief and finding grace in forgiveness.