In case anyone is wondering what I thought of the last season and last episode of Six Feet Under, I cannot review it at length because, for now, I don’t think I would do it much justice. It’s something you would have to see for yourself to really understand. And each person really “gets it” in their own way.
With that aside, I will just say I was absolutely blown away. The last episode hit me this past Friday evening. I started crying about half way into it and did not stop until about three hours later. I cried and cried. I cried myself sick. I killed my immune system for the entire weekend. Ask anyone. Well, ask Casey and the cats – they’re the ones…
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Keith and David’s relationship I thought was beautiful, especially since they adopted and virtually saved those two boys, and how they gradually adjusted and all became accepting of one another, attached, proud – a family, a real one.
The conversation between Ruth and Brenda on the stairs…
Having seriously identified with Nate’s character, naturally I was attached, and mournful of his death in a few episodes back. Cried all into Entourage; had to watch a later airing.
Ruth’s letting go of Claire…
And we talked about this: David wound up being the most tragic character. He lost so much. He lost his dad, his brother, and later, Keith. Just before David passed, somewhere in a park, he had the most desolate look on his face, as if nothing in the world mattered anymore.
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In Roanoke, I had two friends across the hall and introduced them to this show. As glad as they were to discover it, I was delighted to “give” it to them.
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You pay attention to something deeply enough, to something as beautiful as this – it can change your life. I know it did mine.
Thank you, Alan Ball.