Nearly every night for the last 4 ½ years, we’ve fallen asleep with an episode of Corner Gas playing on the television. There are 107 episodes in all and I can crash out to the same one for a week before moving on. I’ve seen them all so many times I could rewrite entire scenes with little help.
Jeremy could help.
He knows them by heart as well.
And our daughter Ashlie could fill in some of the best bits if she was still here.
We found Corner Gas in 2008 – stumbled into an episode titled “Worlds Biggest Thing” and kinda fell in love all at once with the wit, wordplay and brilliant comedic cast. When Ashlie died in early 2009, few things were comforting but somehow this show was.
Nothing horrible happens in Dog River. People don’t change or leave or die and somehow the jokes get funnier over time. Werewolves fighting robots still gets me, I’m prone to guffaw over a healthy fear of pink eye, and angering the internet(s) is awesome every time.
Perhaps it seems odd, linking a sitcom to my grief process and being unable to untangle those two things nearly five years down the road. But I’m not one to change what works – what keeps me from spiraling into the darkness every night. Maybe some day I won’t need Emma, Oscar, Wanda and Brent, Hank, Lacey, Davis and Karen to lull me to sleep. And maybe I always will. I’m ok with that. It’s my happy place.
You’re the best.
[cross-posted from the archives of laurustina.com]