Those of you
around my age, remember watching the last episode of “M.A.S.H.”?
Hawkeye tried to
get B.J. to say goodbye, and he wouldn’t . . . at least until the very end, the
last scene. The episode was titled, “Goodbye,
Farewell and Amen”. Fitting, I
guess. There was an attempt at a spinoff
or two, but not very successful. I think
it was because of the original characters.
Their affection for one another.
Their interdependence on one another.
Their annoyances with one another.
Their togetherness.
Hawkeye, B.J.,
Hot Lips, Frank, Charles, Klinger, Radar, Father Mulcahy and of course, Colonel
Potter. They were real to us . . . to me
. . . as much as our next door neighbor is real, perhaps more so.
Hated to see it
end.
Not so much the
show, but the characters.
To me, movies
and television shows are all about the characters. Same with books. I have to love or hate the characters. Nothing in terms of indifference will
do. As a viewer or reader, I have to
care. And care deeply. I do that, I hope, in my own writing.
Yesterday, Emily
and I watched the replaying of the last episode of “iCarly”. It was so sad. So very sad.
I got choked up and had to fight tears.
I’m not sure why it hit me as it did, but it did.
I mean, these
were kids! Having to say goodbye to one
another. Having to leave one
another. Carly left for Italy to be with
her dad. Her older brother, Spencer, stayed
behind and would be by himself. Freddy
and Sam somehow separate because Carly was their glue.
I know it
happens. Lord knows I’ve had many
Endings in my life.
My dad passing
away along with two of my sisters.
Leaving Wisconsin and my family three separate times. My son moving away from home. Hannah heading off to college. Friends and their friendship, who I thought
would last forever, somehow left my life . . . perhaps, I left theirs. Not sure.
An Ending though to be sure. All
Endings. And sad. All sad.
I don’t do
Endings very well. Not well at all.
Yes, I know that
each Ending is an opportunity for a new Beginning. I get that.
But Endings hurt
too much. There is so much pain
involved. To me, more pain than the fear
of beginning again. I don’t like Endings.
My youngest,
Emily, has told me many, many times that, “Everyone deserves a happy ending.”
It’s a rule with
her. For each of us, too, perhaps.
I try to explain
to her that life doesn’t necessarily have happy Endings. Her reply is simple: “Well, it should!”
Perhaps if we
focus on new beginnings instead of the Endings, maybe it would be less
painful. Perhaps if we focus on the
excitement of change, of the opportunity to begin again, to begin anew, it
might hurt less. Not sure, really. Honestly not too sure. But, it’s something to think about . . .
Live Your Life,
and Make A Difference!
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