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| Farewell Bobby, Thank you for raising our boys. (The only thing that I can barley accept, Bobby is gone... but hopefully not forever) |
While many people were out partying on Friday, I was
sitting alone at my grandmothers’ house watching the Supernatural season
finale. I know, forever alone, but I don’t care. I have had an EXTREMELY rough
weekend. At exactly 8:00 pm, I isolated myself to my grandmothers den where I turned
the television on. As I awaited the most dreaded thing in any fangirl’s life, I
flipped channels between the non-fictional Ghost Adventures and the fictional
cartoon Courage the Cowardly Dog. I felt it was best to prepare myself for the
inevitable with some other supernatural hunters.
When I heard the clock sing the next hour I immediately
switched to CW, where Nikita was ending. As I rolled my eyes at their credits, I
dialed my best friend to quickly prepare each other for the worst hour of our
lives. Then it happened.
We saw the beginning credits “The Road So Far.” Without
saying anything we both said "Show! ON! BYE!" then hung up.
What happened never was really hard on me emotionally, but I
guess it would be funny for someone reading this, so I’ll add it anyway. The
song “Carry On Wayward Son” by Kansas began and I burst into very loud, snotty
tears. I heard my sister put the outside T.V. on mute listen for a bit then
yell “SHUT UP ITS A TV SHOW, THEY AREN’T REAL PEOPLE!” (Great now I’m crying…)
Anyway, so I was watching this, and crying, and as the show is playing, for some
reason, I decided to jot down little quotes and tell them to my BFF when we
called during the commercials. That was probably the only time that I was actually laughing
that day, which I will admit is sad, but I got some good ones, like, "Dude, on my car, he showed up naked, covered in bees." and
my personal favorite, "Do we need a cat, I feel that we are one species short."
I honestly don't really want to write what did happen in this episode, because that would then mean that I have accepted it and I have not gone through enough therapy to deal with it. So if you want to find out, you are going to have to watch it on your own. If you want to see me cry, then you can ask me what happened or start singing "Carry On Wayward Son." Just to let you know, I will hate you forever after that.
