A personal ramble about connection.

When lost first aired I was in high school. I live in Alaska and would visit my mother in California for a couple weeks out of the year. She was obsessed with Lost.

She showed me the first couple of episodes and let me borrow the first season when I returned home. She would email or call me and ask what I thought of each episode.

Being that I was an irrational teenager and wasn't all that interested in the show, I would read a synopsis of each episode and basically just be as vague as possible because I didn't have the guts to tell her that I wasn't really interested. Eventually I did tell her and she was disappointed but she kept emailing me to talk about it anyway.

Fast forward to 2010, she died shortly after the show finished. Her final message to me about it was that she liked the ending but understood why some people hated it.

Despite the mixed responses to the show I've heard over the years, my GF and I decided to watch through it. She watched it as it aired, but even though I had seen some of it before, it all seems new to me.

I'm only on episode 5 or so of season 2 at the moment, but it's interesting reflecting on some of the things my mom had said about it. Which characters she was invested in, her theories etc... watching it now makes me feel something of a connection to her even though she's been gone for more than a decade now.

The theme of regret and dwelling on the past seems to come back theoughout what I've seen of it and I can't help but feel regret on a personal level for having not kept up on it and discussed it with her thoroughly and honestly. Analyzing film and shows has become one of my favorite hobbies and it's something I never really had with my mother.

Idk if I'll come back and discuss more as I continue the show, but I felt like saying this somewhere and this Is as appropriate a place as any.