Well...it's here. The day we've been dreading (if pre-depression is possible, that's what I've been afflicted with lately) has finally come and after 41 years of storytelling and an especially outstanding week of episodes, All My Children is coming to an end. And I have feelings.
The biggest feeling? Aside from profound sadness, obviously. That feeling is gratefulness. I am so grateful to the show's writers, cast members and the incomparable Agnes Nixon for giving me such a huge gift. I've spent my afternoons in Pine Valley through middle school, high school, college and graduate school and the show's crazy/amazing/cramazing cast and characters are responsible for some of my very favorite television memories, couples, and actors. I mean, I hated it at times (see, uh, any page in the Serial Drama archives), sure, but I never really stopped loving it. How could I? It gave me Greenlee and Leo, David Canary, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Zach and Kendall, Kelly Ripa and Erica, Erica Kane, and many more wonderful things!
And I am also grateful to the smart, savvy, hilarious, and wonderful AMC fans who have spent time here at Serial Drama. I have loved your comments and emails and thank you so much for reading!
It is going to take me a few days to gather my thoughts in order to write about the end of the show; if I try to write anything today, it will probably just be random letters, numbers, and symbols, typed by my head as it rests on my keyboard while I cry. But please feel free to use the comment section to bid the show adieu, vent about the finale, imagine what happened after the screen goes dark and share your favorite AMC memories.
The Weak and the Strong,
In Joy and In Sorrow, In Tragedy and Triumph,
You are ALL MY CHILDREN