At the beginning of the summer Mom noticed a certain topic bouncing it's way through many Facebook friend's status's. A show. A show with just 2 numbers as it's title . A show, called 24. Mom asked around about this show and was quickly convinced that this was just a must-see. She easily snatched me up on the wagon with her and after just a few episodes, this wagon bumped into mind blowing gear, and swept away we were. We couldn't believe that 1st season. We couldn't get enough. I think we one day watched a run of at least 6 episodes, I mean, hours in this unstoppable man's day. In a snap we polished off season 1, and felt bad. We felt bad to be just 2 on this exhilarating 24 wagon with plenty room to spare. Many weren't interested (go on, gasp!) and others refused our outstretched crazed hands. 1 night though, the 24 wagon, got 1 more rider. Dad. We said it all through season 1. "Dad should be watching this." Or, "Dad would really love this show." Oh, we were so right. On we rolled on the 24 adventure, and on and on rolled the excitement more and more. It did not take Dad more than just 1 episode to be so thankful he hopped aboard. There we were, the 3 Musketeers. Literally. Every night was 24 night. Every night I sandwiched myself between Mom and Dad on their bed. Every night, we squashed together, anticipating and trying to just imagine what else could happen to poor Jack. These 3 Musketeer's endeared so much though. Oh the jokes that were made about us! The jokes of the supposed "uninterested". (They were so just jealous they skipped this rockin wagon ride.) Who wouldn't want to dive into this show? Who wouldn't want to spend every night riding this crazy ride through Jack's day? Who wouldn't want to ditch a "bedtime" and trade it for "Jack time". The time of night was never too late when it came to 24. Anytime was good for Jack time. It was a serious matter. Seriously....awesome.
But, as the saying goes, "All good things must come to an end." It did. We knew it was coming. At first we tried racing to the end so we could catch the series finale on tv. Which we missed. But that's ok. We would have had to end much sooner. Which would not have been good. No.
As the summer curtain was falling to a close, so did the ever grand curtain, of 24. Just a few nights ago, we squashed on the bed, set up Mom's computer at our toes, and pressed play for the last time.
Tears were shed with Chloe as the beaten and battered Jack looked back 1 last time, and then vanished. Classy and, typical Jack, right up to the end. Silence was all that took place for a few seconds after the clock beeped 00:00:00. We sat in...well, a literal state of speechlessness as we let the credit music play out. The 8 seasons and the memories of the times watching them were suddenly taking over my head and whizzing through it like a fast forwarding movie. I just got to watch all 192 (give or take a few;) hours of Jack, in 1 summer. And, I got to watch them all side by side with Mom and Dad. It is and was, our show. But all of the sudden, the screen went black, and our show, was done. Poof. Just gone. No more 24 nights. Nothing. I later wondered and was teasingly asked what we were all going to do now at night? "Maybe you guys will *gasp*, go to bed!" Ha. Ha. That's sounds so....so....boring.
But that is reality now. I now just have to go and kiss Mom and Dad goodnight and, go. to. sleep. Ugh. Put yourself in my life right now. That is weird! That is not normal! I haven't done just that all summer! I can't just slip back into that....that...normal-ness. It's hard and, sad.
I loved these last summer nights. I loved spending them with Mom and Dad. I loved taking in this show with them. I'm sad that this little foot note in this chapter of life has ended, but I love that it was taken down, and will always be there. I love how we have our own little 24 inside jokes to toss around between just us 3, and have everyone else wondering what on earth we're talking about. I love that Mom introduced this show to us. I love that I jumped aboard the wagon. It was a great ride. I wish it never had to stop. But it did, and I'm glad I was a passenger.
Who knows? Maybe another awesome wagon will creep up on the 3 Musketeers and snatch us right back into another historic ride. Maybe next time we'll have a few more passengers to bump along with us. Who. Knows?
Sadly though, as for this old wagon, the clock....
has ticked out.
Wait, do you hear.....wheels?
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