Sunday nights, Downton Abbey season, were lovely.
We would gather on the sofa, a glass of wine in hand, for the pre-Downton pre-gaming: where did we leave off? what catastrophe was looming? what tragedy needed to be forestalled? what new glimmer of happiness would emerge? And, whatever new witticism would Lady Violet drop which would have us laughing for days to come?
For six seasons, plus all the re-runs when we couldn’t bear waiting for the next season to begin, we gathered faithfully to watch…and Downton Abbey never disappointed. Even when it broke our hearts (Lady Edith! Lady Mary! Poor Barrow!), it found a way to eventually heal them. And even when events turned dark and hopeless (Bates and Anna! Lady Edith – always!), there was always a sneaking suspicion that somehow all would be put to rights.
On Sunday, wine glass and a box of tissues on hand, we watched all the gossamer ends of this long and beautiful story come together gloriously. I will miss the characters, the setting, the costumes…and the kindness. There was such humanity and kindness, ultimately, in every character and every storyline…there was always the hope of redemption, forgiveness, love, and compassion.
Mrs. Hughes led the household in a final Auld Lang Syne…the camera pulled back, and we saw Downton Abbey through a veil of snow one last time. Farewell, friends, it was grand.