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Mister and I watched the rest of Six Feet Under last night. If you’ll remember, I bought it for him for his birthday, and we’ve been watching it in bits and pieces ever since. We stayed up way too late to finish watching the series, because the final season was just so riveting that there was no way we could go to bed without finding out what happened. *Warning: if you haven’t seen the show, there are some spoilers in this post. I don’t think I can say what I need to by being cryptic about what happens on the show.*

I did have some tears rolling down my cheeks during the last, oh, 3 episodes or so. It’s hard not to shed some tears when you see characters that you’ve gotten to know showing their grief in such a raw and unhindered way. About halfway through the final episode, it occurred to me that the characters weren’t just mourning the loss of a loved one. They did that in the very first episode of the first season, when the family patriarch died, and got on quite a bit better than they did here. In this one, they weren’t just mourning Nate. They were mourning the loss of their lives as they knew them. In that episode, every single character was standing on the edge of a major life change. Claire is on the edge of something great - with her art and with Ted. David and Keith are parents. Brenda is about to have a baby. Ruth is starting to embrace the freedom she has in no longer being required to be a homemaker. Rico is taking his family forward by starting his own business. Every single person is on the edge of their own personal greatness, but they spend most of the episode mourning the familiar, the way their lives used to be.

That’s the way major life changes are. There is usually so much good wrapped up in them, but it’s stressful at the same time. We do mourn what we used to have and the way things used to be, even though we know things will be better. That’s the way I’ve felt lately. I’ve been incredibly weepy, stressed, and not as jovial as I usually am. I know things are changing, they already have due to circumstances beyond my control. I’m sure my husband feels the same way, but without as many tears and emotional outbursts as I’ve had, because he’s better at controlling that sort of thing than I am. Right now we’re at a point where there will be some major changes, but we don’t know what just yet. We need to decide which road to take from here. My husband says life always seems harder when you’re going through a growth period, and that’s where we are at. We’re just waiting to see what direction life will take us in. That part isn’t quite clear yet, but what is clear is that we are in this together - lifting each other up, supporting each other, and having no shortage of hugs and tenderness to help us get through this.

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