Seriously. Not knowing who was in the coffin was almost the death of me.

As we get to the final Tuesday in the history of LOST, some of us are frustrated with the lack of answers provided this season.

I’ve defended this show and its writers from the very beginning, and honestly, I’m finding that I need to defend it even harder toward the end.

Answers. I want answers. I don’t need answers to everything, but some of the key things would be nice. The fact that they’re throwing really cheezy things in at the very end is a bit frustrating, but it is what it is.

I’ve really tried to go with the flow this season and not map out what I think to be the perfect ending on my white board. Ha. Like it would all fit on one white board.

The ending is bittersweet for me. This show has been a huge part of my life for the last 6 years. That’s longer than my own daughter has been a part of my life.

Every once in a while, I get waves of sadness.
Yes, I know this is lame.

It’s just a show!

Right?
Right.

Anyway, I can’t wait to see what they throw at us tonight…and the Finale is Sunday. I can’t believe the end is so near.

And, as much as I want more answers, when feeling anxious, I remind myself that I’m just happy to know who was in the coffin!