In my last post, I ruminated on how obsessed I am about "Lost," the television show. I've been more in love with this show than any I've ever watched (and, yes, I'm saying it...it even beats my ten-year-old "Charlie's Angels" and "Wonder Woman" obsession), and I've spent countless hours watching it and reading about it and theorizing about it, and feeling closer to imaginary characters than is really probably healthy. But, it is what it is. :-)
On Sunday night, the series finale of the show aired (and, by the way, I absolutely LOVED the finale. It's divided a lot of fans, but to me it was a beautiful culmination of the stories of the characters. They got redemption, their relationships were celebrated, AND the island story was still worth every bit of the time we put into it for six years, AND Jack--and Kate, and Hurley, and Ben, etc.--got to save the place and the people. If you want a "real" recap and my theories, just ask me. I'd be happy to provide them with you. LOL).
As we approached the finale, we enjoyed some special "numbers" cookies (here is Sydney enjoying "Jack," who was appropriately #23)...
I'm still saddened by the fact that my favorite obsession is over. It's engaged my mind and spirit so much over the years, and I will miss it. But, still, my best friends (including you all!) may be happy. They won't have to hear my crazy ramblings any more.
On that note...Long Live Lost. May my memories of you be ever sweet!