The finale of The Good Place came at the perfect time last week. (This recap has spoilers.)
By the time HH and I will get to live in the same home again, two years and two weeks will have passed. We chose to do this to ourselves partially by choice and partially not by choice, but my primary request to God for these commuter marriage months has been this: Please don’t let HH die while we are living apart.
My parents died young. As a pastor I’ve buried precious people who died every age from hours old to 100 – literally. I’m in the life and death business and so a television show written by a philosopher about the afterlife was bound to attract my attention.
By grace and providence HH and I were in the same time zone sitting on the same sofa to watch the series finale and it occurred to me – one more time – that one day one of us will have to say “goodbye” to the other one. I want to do this really well when the time comes. And I hope the time doesn’t come for many years.
I long to see my parents again. I would love to see Cindy and Margaret and Anne and Mason and RS and Ethel and Bob and Lucille. I would love to see Zack and Scout too. I look forward to spending some eternal time with CM.
When last week begins with a beloved NBA legend and his daughter dying suddenly with seven other souls on their way to do something they all love and ends with a nation’s democracy teetering on destroying itself, The Good Place finale has been a soothing balm.
My life started in The Southern Part of Heaven only to loop through relationships and dreams and births and deaths only to circle back to find myself back in North Carolina for the last years of my professional life. It’s clear that Jeremy Bearimy could be a real thing (maybe on earth as it is in heaven?)
HH and I listened to James Taylor’s new autobiography over the weekend and – again – I’m amazed at how life loops and circles around. (Note: Break Shot is an excellent and quick 90 minute listen.)
Here’s an explanation of Jeremy Bearimy. Here’s where you can watch the series finale (Season 4, Episode 13.) And here’s where you can find a lifelong place to figure out the loops and circles about who God is and who we are.
I believe this to be true:
“The Good Place, like its architect, always found happiness, and sometimes beauty and deep meaning, in the mundanity of life.” (Alan Sepinwall in Rolling Stone.)
I look forward to having daily mundanity with HH again – later this year. And I ache for those who don’t have it anymore.
Have a lovely week, everyone. And be kind to each other.
I visited a friend on Saturday whose retirement life has been turned upside down by the sudden onset of dementia in her husband. One just never knows.
Great post. Beautiful TGP finale. The scene where Chiddi talked about the Buddhist perspective on the ocean got me teary. So powerful and true.