This coming Sunday an event is occurring that I knew a year ago would happen, but I am in no way ready to handle it.
The pain that comes with the reality it is going to happen is so heavy, I started crying months ago.
As each day passes and inches me closer to Sunday, I find myself in a desperate situation. Will I be brave enough to endure AFTER Sunday? Can I ever laugh again? These are serious questions that plague me day and night.
What is this dreaded event that is set to shatter my life? What has forced me into asking if I will be able to face another day?
The end of Downton Abbey.
After 6 glorious years, the Crawley family and their beloved servants are saying Farewell. Just as quickly as they entered my life, they are leaving.
For the past 6 years I have lived the highs and the lows with the Crawleys.
We have survived through Sybil and Matthew’s tragic deaths, WW1, Edith’s numerous botched romances, sex scandals, blackmail, false imprisonments, a fire, and every Sprat and Danke moment.
My Sunday’s will never be the same again. How can I NOT know what the Crawley family is up to?
Who will Lady Mary be today? Mary Poppins, or Attila The Hun?
Will the Constable be coming to arrest Bates or Anna for some trumped up murder today? I am pretty sure there are several people in the village they have not been falsely accused of murdering yet.
Will Mosley ever man up and plant a big kiss square on Baxter’s lips?
Will Thomas ever realize that instead of a Butler, maybe he should be the Manny?
Will Lady Edith, EVER have good luck on her side?
These are REAL issues I will think of daily.
Will Mrs. Patmore marry Mr. Mason and become Daisy’s mother-in-law?
Will Andy ever learn to read?
What about Sybie, George, and Marigold? What will become of them???????
Will Branson ever love again?
Will Isobel and the Dowager move into a retirement home together and be roomies?
Sure, I can tune into the Walking Dead, but compared to a Mary/Edith fight, that show is about as tame as Sesame Street.
And how will I endure with a good Dowager insult each week?
The end is coming whether I am ready or not. While I may not see my favorite family and their servants each week, they will forever live on in my memories. Sunday’s will be a whole lot duller, and less dramatic, but
Golly, I’m sure I will recover… Someday.