This weekend will mark the passage of the TV series LOST. Although most of my friends are puzzled by our family's devotion to the series, I can only say how much I will miss not only the series itself but also the time in our family's life that it has occupied.
When LOST first started, we agreed to watch it because we had met Harold Perrineau who played Michael on a cruise. He told us he was moving to Hawaii to be in a show about a plane crash and its survivors. We wished him luck and told him we would definitely watch.
Sarah was 17, Susan was 11 and we watched as a family. Six years later, Rob and I still watch together but our family has changed immensely. We welcomed Thai into our fold, have 4 pets, Sarah lives in Austin and Susan is getting ready to enter her senior year at the Academy!
And yet. LOST has always held my interest (yes even in Season 3). As an avid reader, I know something about good writing. And I can definitely say for all its foibles, LOST is without a doubt the best written show on TV. Like a wonderful book that you just can't put down, I find myself wondering, pondering and trying to figure it out. I already have budgeted for the complete series when it is released so I can see where I was misled and abandoned. LOST makes my mind work like no puzzle I have ever encountered. I am involved and invested. I am absorbed and frustrated. I can't wait to see how it all ends and I am sad to see it wrap up all the mystery.
I know that we will not get all the answers we want. That is life. Nothing in life is wrapped up in a neat package. But oh the journey!! How fun it has been.
Sunday night,fingers crossed, Rob and I will join about 170 other LOST fans in a small theatre downtown and watch the end of an era. I like the fact we will be there together. I know the girls won't be there (Sue has exams and Sarah has the whole distance/not able to teleport thing) but I also know they will be there in spirit.
LOST the tv show will end but the place it holds in our family history is assured.
