LOST--Two Years Later

               This is what I still remember.
            The man in the middle of the woods opening his eyes and wondering where he was.
            The crazy beach scene from Hell involving a bunch of bloodied and disoriented survivors of a plane crash. Not just any crash, either, but a crazy crash where the plane rips apart over an ocean.
             All these strange and different people figuring out what happened and how to survive in a tropical paradise.
            The man with an orange in his mouth looking like he might be spending a weekend in a spa resort.
            The dog.
            The noise in the jungle.
            The black smoke.
            The pilot.
            Oh, and that’s just all in the pilot.
            From the wonderfully crazy WHAT THE #%&! opening to the incredible scenery to the emotional heart of Michael Giacchino’s magnificent score, ABC’s Lost was a once in a lifetime series. It took me by surprise and never let go. Even when it ended two years ago in an emotionally-satisfying finale, it still didn’t leave me.
            Like so many great stories, I still think of those characters. Not all the unanswered questions but all the wonderful characters.
            Life is full of unanswered questions. Every hour of every day, there’s a hundred questions I’d love answered. That’s life.
            Lost was a journey about a bunch of wrecked and broken people brought together by supernatural forces. All those great moments of what’s going on meant something because we cared for the characters so much. Jack. Locke. Hurley. Kate. Sawyer. The list goes on.
            When the show finally ended, I cried. Sure I did. I didn’t want to say goodbye.
            It reminded me of another epic story full of characters I didn’t want to say goodbye to. Stu. Fran. Larry Underwood. Nick. Tom.
            If those names don’t mean a thing to you . . . well, I don’t really know what to say. 
            This life is full of diverse characters all on different journeys. When we meet and care for those people, the hardest thing to say in life is goodbye.  
            Damon Lindelof, Carlton Cuse, and the rest of the Lost writers did a wonderful thing with Lost. They made us care about the characters. They made us love the journey. And in the end, they allowed us to say goodbye.
            Did their plan work?
            In my mind, yes, it did.
            Jack’s redemption was enough for me. I could have gone six seasons watching that story alone. But they gave us so many more satisfying and hopeful moments of resolution and redemption that made Lost so amazing.
            The mythology makes it fun and clever and confusing. Sure, there are lots of red herrings. There are twists and turns and teases. There are clever ploys and interesting plays on how to tell the story.
            But in the end, it was about those characters.
            Two years after the finale, I still feel as strongly as I did when the show ended.
            I love Lost and hope to find the time to rewatch all six seasons.
            Not in order to discover the true secret of Hurley’s numbers or the true science behind Smokey.
            No. I just want to get back on board with the passengers of Oceanic 815 and take that wild and satisfying ride one more time.