Sigh.
Goodbye to As The World Turns. I still remember the first time I saw the show, joining some fellow classmates in college who were eating lunch and in my usual style (Hi! Whatcha doin’? Can I come in? Who’s that lady? She looks mean. (Lucinda Walsh)”) I had to ask a lot of questions at first, and get schooled on the characters. But it was a connection – with a show and with friends who wanted to talk about it. Twenty-five years later, my little slice of escapism has come to a close. I missed some chunks over the years, but the characters and storylines continued on. In a strange way, it was surprising, how sad it all wound up feeling. Maybe because it was another long thread cut, a thread that connects the years, despite all the changes, the jobs, the moves. Maybe because my father has been in my dreams lately, days I wake up thinking I need to call him, only to remember I can’t. Certainly they’re not even in the same league of loss, but the older you get, the more you experience it. I think one of the benefits of getting older is perspective, and one of the drawbacks is the melancholy that can accompany change, and a wistfulness for how we may have done things differently. Things we wish for now are different for what we wished for then, but the world keeps turning.
All good things got to come to an end
The thrills have to fade
Before they come ’round again
The bills will be paid
And the pleasure will mend
All good things got to come to an end
(Jackson Browne)