Not Ready to Say Farewell

I'm bummed Oprah is no longer on television.  I understand why she ended her show; her phenomenon cannot last forever, and she went out while she was still on top.  Plus, she deserves to live her life without the rigor of a daily television show.  If I was in her place, then I would've said farewell too. 

I'm happy for her.  I'm sad for me.

I'm sad because (like millions of individuals) I consider Oprah a friend, but our friendship only existed through her television show (and a letter).  The television show has ended, which means our friendship has ended too. I feel silly even blogging about how I think Oprah is a friend, but it's how I feel. 

I have not watched the last episode of Oprah.  It sits on my DVR waiting to be enjoyed.  That's ridiculous, right? I felt less crazy about my inability to watch the final Oprah show, when my friend Dooley told me she waited three months before she could watch the last Sex and the City episode. 

I'm not ready for it to be over, even though it is OVER!