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 . . .
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