March 15, 2011
Sometimes Bryan and I fall in so deeply in love with a television show we begin to imagine we are a part of the show ourselves. As a child, Heathcliff Huxtable was my dad, Zack Morris was my boyfriend and Vicky was my robot sister. As an adult, I tried to avoid “The Others” on the island, drank coffee at Luke’s in Stars Hollow, walked the gangways of the Battlestar Galactica and smelled the green grass of the Dillon Panthers stadium.
When a favorite show comes to an end I feel like I am saying goodbye to a friend and faced with the realization that time really is passing by. The shows took place while important things were happening in our real world, and in some strange way, those memories are tied up in each other.
I believe saying goodbye to the worlds of Battlestar Galactica and small town Dillon, Texas have been the hardest. Two worlds that couldn’t be more different, but with such beautiful writing, acting and production value the viewer was pulled into both of these shows in such a real way. I have never had a desire to live in outerspace or small town Texas, but both of those shows made me want to check out housing prices in Dillon and university Aeronautics degree programs. Their last episodes brought tears to both of our eyes.
Our only consolation is that we now have the Braverman family, and since they live in the Bay Area we are hoping to run into them at our farmer’s market or a Cal Bears game.