The End

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LOST. The End. And so we've come full circle, ending similarly to the way we began; Jack's eyes close, it is done. The four of us, huddled around the widescreen tv, wipe our drenched faces and cling to eachother. This night does not simply mark the ending of  a great show on television; it is the crumbling of a family tradition, a dissolving of the only bond of its kind that we share together. Once a week, for six years, we gathered for this event only. Two parties a year - one for the premiere, one for the finale. We stayed up late countless nights, debating together, discussing, theorizing. We poured over the official magazine, coveted each season's boxed set, searched websites for leaked info and spoilers. We shared so many LOST moments as a family - tears spilled over our cheeks at tender moments, screams ripped from our throats at various shocks, fists were pumped in the air at victories, and excessive line repeating never ceased. For a third of my life LOST gave my family an excuse to connect and share when nothing else seemed to keep us together. We were able to empathize with our favorite characters, and as a result became more human through watching their familiar pain. LOST has done something for us that is hard for a show to do, and that is change our lives. There will never be another LOST in my heart or the hearts of my family members. Goodbye. The end.

BOOM.