Bye Bye, Big Love

I will miss you.

I hate when shows end. The only good part is that the writers can go crazy and let anything happen. Anything. That was truly the case for Big Love, when last week's episode let loose so much crazy it was unbelievable! I didn't know it was the second to last episode and so it was with bittersweet fascination, I sat down to watch the last episode just now. I will say goodbye without spoiling it for anyone. (I was glad Amanda Sigfried and Aaron Paul stopped by- though I now keep seeing him as a meth addict).

When I think of series' endings, I get sad, as it's saying goodbye to a world you've lived in, or a family you've tucked yourself inside of. Long ago, I saved the "Oz" finale for so long I lost it. To this day I have still never seen it, assuming that I'd have to rewatch the whole series for it to have an impact.

And I will.

Over the years I've said goodbye to Cosbys, to Friends, to the amazing men and women at the 4077th. To the guys at the bar, to an island I still don't understand. To a White House I long to see come to pass. The Sopranos just sort of left me, and Six Feet Under- to this day, one of the most genius, out of the box finale moments ever.

They say everything/one comes into your life for a reason. When you need a teacher, it appears. "Eight Is Enough" gave me the pseudo family I needed growing up, 90210 gave me mindless entertainment in reruns when I came home from a hard day's teaching, Brothers & Sisters (still on!) made me lose myself in a loving family during one of the darkest times in my life... And I watched various series to help me pen pilots.

Oh I thank you all for the joy, inspiration, catharsis, thought-provoking issues, laughter and love you have given me over the years. I am enjoying my new families, teachers and buddies, and have faith there will be many more- for each phase of my life.

And I vow to help create and give back to others, what has been so richly given to me.

Bye, bye Big Love.