As soon as I got home from the beach, I immediately sat down to watch the last episode (ever!) of LOST. Two and a half hours later (and many, many tears later) the end has come. I'd like to quote what someone else typed on Facebook because I feel like it summed up everything I felt:
"WOW, I can't stop feeling sad because it ended. I guess they became part of our lives and it's like a death. Grieving for the end, grateful for the time it gave us. So many layers of feelings: love, sadness, fear, joy, and everything else. I enjoyed LOST and will deeply miss the people and the adventure. The last scene with Vincent and Jack, still tearing. WOW!!! Going back to keep crying."
Those of you who never got caught up in the show probably can't even begin to appreciate the overwhelmingly emotional finale. I cried intermittently throughout the entire episode, but the last 5 minutes brought on tears that I haven't seen since my favorite pet died. Despite the fact that I'm grieving over the end of a show, I assure you that I am sane. Some fans were complaining online about the ending, but I thought that it couldn't have possibly been wrapped up any better than it was. I got closure. You know how you're always wondering what will happen to the characters after the show is over? I'm not. I feel like I know exactly what became of all of my favorite people. You know what else? I absolutely loved the way they depicted Heaven. I hope that's what it's like for me.