I have watched every “Lost” episode since 2004 when Oceanic Flight 815 crashed onto a mysterious island. Last night, along with an estimated 13.5 million other viewers, I watched the final episode and I had tears in my eyes as the final minutes ticked by. My floodgates came open when Vincent (the dog) lay down by Jack as he (supposedly) died.

There were several other places where I almost lost it, but the dog did me in.

Dang it.

I like the way it ended. As with most of the episodes, the ending of the series left me to ponder several scenarios of what happened next. Heck, there were many times that I wondered what was happening now!

Did they all die? I think so. Did they all go on to a better life? As they sat in the Church, did they end up following Jack’s dad (his name is Christian Shepherd) into the light and into Heaven?

Was Lost all about good and evil? Redemption? Were the Oceanic Six Lost souls?

Holy wow! Maybe it was deeper than most of us can ever comprehend.

That’s the thing I liked most about Lost – many things are left up to your own interpretation. It’s kind of like reading the Bible – some people read the same scriptures and see things differently. People watch Lost and see things differently and that is what made it great and kept me coming back for more.

Will I run out and buy the whole series or even a season? Nope. It was a once in a lifetime event that hooked me from the start and left me wanting more at the end, and that’s what a good television program is supposed to do.