A Beautiful Sadness, Found Sundays Weekly From 9pm to 10pm

So some of my blogs will be focused on a social topic or injustice I feel strongly about. This is not one of them.

After Glee, my second favorite show in the world is Brothers and Sisters. A lot of people have never heard of this show, but I've watched since the beginning of the second season (we are on season 5) and I've loved it ever since then. This is another ensemble cast, this time being led by Sally Field as Nora, the mother; and Calista Flockhart as Kitty, one of Nora's five children. Those two are all well and good (I actually love Sally Field in pretty much every scene), but my favorite couple on the series had become Justin and Rebecca, (Justin is Nora's youngest son). Rebecca is played by Emily Van Kamp who I first came to appreciate on Everwood, back in the days of my teenage angst and the WB. Now the details of how Justin and Rebecca came to be together are far too complicated and soap-operaish to explain here, but suffice it to say they had been through a lot in the last five years (well actually six as this year the series jumped ahead a year). Last season they finally got married, and I was a happy camper. Naturally they had their disagreements, but were obviously madly in love. Then the last five minutes of last season (Spoiler Alert!) the show killed that with a massive car accident that put Kitty's husband in a coma, and later died, and Rebacca's mother with some sort of recurring amnesia. During the year off Justin had gone and re-enlisted and gone off to Afghanistan, and he and Rebecca got divorced in the mean time. This made me very very sad. Between last week and this week they teased how they might be getting back together but then Rebecca got a job offer as a photographer in New York and left and now there is no more Justin and Rebecca. And I'm sad.

So now I'm sitting here conflicted because I want to be so angry at the show but I can't because the way in which it was done was so friggin beautiful. This is what the show does, presents serious issues in a such a beautifully dramatic and moving way, that you can't help be too mad at the show for long. Pretty much every week at the end of the episode I can't decide if I want to cry or smile. This week I wanted to cry because that's what Justin was doing while being comforted by Nora. It was just sad and all I want is for him and Rebecca to get back together and for there to rainbows and butterflies. But no, Rebecca is gone for good. Well at least til like the series finale or something where I hope they get back together.

The worst part is that I knew Emily Van Kamp was leaving this summer when Entertainment Weekly ran the story on their website. I still didn't care, I wanted them to work it out.

...I think the main point I was trying to get across here was the Brothers and Sisters is a beautiful and under-rated show, but it has a tendency like now to make me ever so sad.

And yes, I am aware it's just a TV show. Whatever. I still care about the stupid characters.