I thought I would be able to handle it. I thought it wouldn't matter that much. However, I was legitimately morose when ER ended this week.
ER has been on the air for 15 years! I was only 19 when this show first aired. I've known this show as long as I have known Chris. Weird thought.
I watched ER through the Clooney days, the hot Croat guy, and the hysterical mean Romano. I watched Carrie Weaver limp through the ER and find herself in love with women. I watched the character of Abby go some whiny to drunk to crabby to happy. I watched the girl from Bend it like Beckham go from being a medical intern to a rockstar doctor. I watched Mark Green die in Hawaii and Greg Pratt die on the table.
ER has been my Thursday night "fix" for as long as I can remember. This year, knowing it was ER's last, I was a little more sentimental about it. This Thursday as the show ended, I didn't sob like I thought I would, I just felt a little sad. I felt as if a good friend were going away. I waited for the "Stay tuned from scenes from the next ER" and sullenly realized they weren't coming.
No, I know I am just talking about a TV show, but some people don't even stay in relationships as long as I watched ER. So, next Thursday will come and after Gray's, I think I'm just going to bed to allow a little more mourning time. . .
2 comments:
I haven't watched ER for the last few years but before that I watched it every thursday night. I can still remember watching the very first episode and thinking what a cool show it was. I was exhausted this past Thursday and went to bed early but I did catch a little bit of it as I was falling asleep.
I watched the finale and got sniffly (as always) at some of the character story lines. I, too, have gotten away from it in the past few years, but I certainly appreciated the grand ta-da on Thursday.
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