Tonight is the final episode of ER. While I haven’t been the biggest fan of the past 6 seasons or so, every once in a while I would tune in and find myself weeping by the end. I can’t help it. I grew up on this show. It started when I was 9-years-old and entering the 4th grade and it wasn’t something I was allowed to watch back then. In fact, it might have come on after my bed time. Not that I can remember what that was in 1994. But my mom watched and I remember thinking Noah Wyle’s character was just dreamy (from the commercials).
I first started watching the show sometime later, whenever I was in junior high or high school and TNT started showing it in the mornings. One summer, that’s what mom and I would do. Wake up, have breakfast, and watch ER from 8-10 every morning. At that rate you would go through a season about every 2 weeks, so I’m sure I had almost the entire series (up to that point) covered by the time I started school in the fall.
I began watching it on Thursday nights with my mom and it was sort of “our thing.” Tuesday nights for us were Gilmore Girls (until she gave up on it) and Thursdays we’d plant ourselves in the living room and watch our doctors. I was probably most partial to seasons 4-7, but I carried it a little ways into college and tried to watch it when I could. But those rabbit ears didn’t stand a chance when Heather and I were living on the wrong side of Adams Tower at OU and my consistent viewing of the program suffered.
But here I am. It’s the end. And I know it’s just a TV show. There’s just been nothing like this one for me before. Some of you have M*A*S*H or Seinfeld or Charlie’s Angels. This one is mine. And tonight I’ll cry.
Note: Someday, years from now, if Kevin and I are ever blessed with a little boy, he’s going to need a name. And I can tell you that I decided what it would be when I was 15-years-old and watching this show. When you hear it, you’ll know. But you’re going to have to wait until there’s a little mister to find out this one 
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