Tonight's West Wing episode (spoilers)
So, I cried. Obviously.
But. But the thing is ... the thing is, I didn't really start bawling until I saw Margaret. I mean, when Annabeth collasped into Josh? Tears. When CJ told the president and they shared a weepy hug? Oh, god, yes, tears. When Martin Sheen was sniffling into the phone to Abby? Crying like a baby. But to see Margaret standing there?
I bawled.
The rest of the episode was ... who cares? It just felt so wrong. The celebration where there should have been mourning, the cheering where there should have been crying. Who is this Matt Santos guy to be so happy when I'm so sad.
And, yes, yes, I get it, of course. Life goes on. Live the moment, sieze the day. We have to find a way to rise up from our greatest tradegies and find a way to celebrate our survival; I get that, I do.
But. He was Leo McGarry.
And yes, yes, the symbolism of Leo dying for Josh -- loosing a father figure once again, right before he departs on a great new adventure -- that's ... that's something, alright. How wonderful, I suppose, the way life repeats itself.
But, he was *Leo* and he was good and it *hurts* because it's real
So rest in peace, Leo McGarry.
You were kind. You were just. You did good.
"Let the poets right about that right there."