My oldest, my TV- watching companion of many years, had gone off to college. Looking for things to do with his little brother, a chipmunk-cheeked 8th grader, I suggested we watch a new show, LOST.
After many twists and turns, even time travel, tonight we begin the end of the story. The young boy is a slim young man and is away at conservatory. I don't know if he's watching. But we'll keep the episodes on the DVR until he comes home.
Really, we've travelled through time, too. We've grown and learned, made mistakes and granted forgiveness. I still believe in redemption, and I hope, in the end, LOST will, too.
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