I am sad. Don’t worry, this isn’t a sorry-state-of-the-world, someone-died kind of real sad. It’s simply a I-miss-Stars-Hollow kind of sad. It’s the same kind of sad I got when I reached the end of the seventh book of the Harry Potter series: a there-they-go – there-ain’t-no-more, empty kind of sad.
I think part of the sentimental attraction is warm promise of the opening sequence (2:08 m into episode). It’s the yellow-orange filter over the snippets of life in Stars Hollow combined with the song, “Where You Lead,” Carole King rerecorded with her daughter for the show that gets me. Every single time.
But appreciating the quick-tongued quirky characters on Gilmore Girls has always been something my oldest daughter and I have done together. It was our standing Tuesday night date. Since the series ended, we’ve re-watched the entire seven-season series during the summer—twice. To us, it’s that good. So with much sniffling and partial face rubbing to hide the tears we feel are foolish to shed over a television show, today we said goodbye to Rory and Lorelai as they said goodbye to each other at Luke’s over an early breakfast.
There is something about the mother-daughter relationship that draws us in. We don’t have as many “bits”, I’m not nearly as quick, funny, or flaky as Lorelai, and my daughter is not nearly as academically focused as Rory, but the way they push, pull, play with, and even yell at each other rings familiar. Sure, sometimes I’m the Rory and she’s the Lorelai, or I’m the Emily and she’s the Sookie, or we both think, Hey, I could be Paris! (My mother is totally Babette in loudness - I'm just sayin'.) No matter the character, we love them all and are sad to lose our periodic insight into the lives of those who seem like friends in that quintessentially autumnal New England fantasy town.
Until next summer.
When my daughter will be preparing to go off to college and the goodbyes will be that much harder.