I always feel a little better about myself when I can make a clever joke that other people might get… and might not. Call it a weird literature superiority complex… or just a guy who is kinda glad he knows stuff. To quote a great man, “I drink and I know things.”
This is about the Gilmores. This is about a Year in the Life, which is the four episode mini series that closes the door on the Gilmore Girls series. This is the second time I’ve seen it and second time I’ve blogged it. I have to say that it is better the second time around. Like marriage, I suspect.
Here is the thing: I have a near spiritual connection with the show. It is absolutely not about me and my life. Yet it is absolutely about me and my life and my love and my relationship and my desires. This show is me and her and us and this show is all of what I want and need out of life. It is also something completely separate. It is, as Lisa Cron notes, how I envision life and happiness. It is also the difficulty of a thing coming to an end.
There is a small part of me that realizes that I might have more days behind me than in front of me. I’m looking at stages of my own story come to an end and that makes me enormously sad and more than a little creeped out. To see the show end helps me to put all of that in focus and imagine what the end of one stage and the beginning of another. I’m in that part of my life where such things are less than fiction.
In the end there are few things that can bring me to tears but the endings are always among them, and this one is near the top of my list.