Dr. Who

So this is a little late, but I am only now able to talk about it. The end of David Tennant’s rein as Dr. Who.

I never watched the show growing up. It was on after my children’s cartoons so the music was always familiar, but Mom never thought it was appropriate for kids, so we skipped the early 80’s version in favor of Sesame Street. But when Russel T. Davies rebooted the series back in 2005, Ryan and I were hooked. I loved Christopher Eccleston, loved David Tennant even more. Total fan girl.

So it was with a heavy heart that we watched the last 3 specials on BBC America (which we ordered from Comcast specifically for Dr. Who). I thought it would be ok. I thought I could get through it and it wouldn’t be too terrible. I was wrong.

The specials were fine. I did well through The Waters of Mars and Pt. 1 of the End of Time. I have some quibbles with how Mr. Davies ended it for Donna. Not fair at all, imho, but that’s another post. Other people have broken down Pt. 2 of the special far better than I could. In some ways it was brilliant, in others a bit cheesy, but as a fan girl, I was totally hooked. And unfortunately I sobbed hysterically for the last half hour of the show. Those goodbyes were heart wrenching!

And then it was over. He was gone. And I was left alone, bereft. I didn’t expect to react with quite so much emotion, but it was almost like I lost a friend. I give great credit to both Russell Davies and David Tennant for creating such a brilliant, lovable, amazing character. I have to say, Matt Smith, the next doctor, has some pretty big shoes to fill.

As do I.

Because I have something to work for now in my own writing. Someday I want to make a character come alive like that. So – in the name of research I think I’ll just have to watch the David Tennant’s season’s all over again. A few more times 😉 And if I get the warm fuzzies watching him kiss Rose, well, that’s just an added bonus.