I love Grey's, I worship at the house of Shonda. I have invested the last ten years of my life in Grey's, and they have been a significant ten, personally, professionally, Grey's has been there, especially when I needed a good cry.
I have been inspired by the creativity, the bravery, the writing, the acting and the story lines. It gave me hope, when there wasn't any and I secretly wished, that one day, I may be a, 'married on a post-it' bride. So romantic, so ideal.
Grey's is clever, witty, excruciatingly real, and it has always told the story of love, whether enduring or fleeting. Lexie and Mark, Cristina and Owen, Cristina and Meredith, Callie and Arizona, but above all, Meredith and Derek. Screwed up, headed for Alzheimer's, arrogant, brilliant, strong, flawed and loving... it's Meredith's story.
I read that PD had wanted to leave for a while, and if you want to leave, really leave, then as an actor, surely you would want to go out with a bang? So I'm glad he did and that nod, to that famous Grey's 'signature scene' was, heartbreaking.
Meredith and Derek had the rocky relationship I always hoped for, faltering, bump ridden, but true and brutally honest.
Christina was my almost favourite character, and I miss her dead pan... everything.
George, Lexie, Mark, left huge, gaping holes, and I know that Grey's went on, but still, this is Meredith and Derek... without Derek. At the moment, I don't see how it can be as good, but I have faith, faith in Shonda and in Ellen, who will be acting her ass off, if she wasn't already.
End of an era but nothing lasts forever. I'm in it for the long haul, but thank God for Box Sets.
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