How I Will Always Love How I Met Your Mother (Blue French Horn)
Today is the last day that I’ll see this opening again on television. And
it really really really breaks my heart.
I’m turning 29 this year. This means that nine years ago, I was ushered into adulthood by Ted, Marshall, Lily, Barney and Robin. This also means that I’ve oﬀered 6,240 hours of my adult life to the escapades of this twenty something gang.
I can’t believe what people are saying online about the ending. Am I the only one that loved it? (I was the only one left who’s still rooting for a
Ted and Robin ending going into the last two episodes). It was the perfect ending. Had it gone the other way, I will still love it. And this is because I love the show. It shaped a generation, my generation, and pop
culture will not be the same without it.
At the end of the day, How I Met Your Mother was a story on friendship - the old, the new, the would have and could have beens. It is the friendship that could endure hookups and breakups. It is the kind of friendship that you can count on at 2am in the middle of nowhere.
It is also a tale of all kinds of love. The love of The Next One, The Past
One, The Future One and The Last One. The true and unconditional love of a partner in crime or a son or daughter. The love among close
families and repentant fathers or mothers. And the story of the love of
that Only One.
All I’ve got to say is thank you. Thank you for all the high ﬁves, slaps, one night stands, beers, but um’s, burgers, pizzas, calligraphy sets, halloween costumes, renaissance fair props, phonebooths, Canada references, last train rides, drunk calls and tattoos, Atlantic City trips, last smokes, locked-ins, boardgames, dinner nights, star wars viewings, The Princess Bride battles, “sandwiches”, brunches, “lawyered”s, laser tag games, doppelgangers, rules and plays, I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) car plays, Robin Sparkle videos, and yellow umbrellas.
Here’s to you How I Met Your Mother. It was one helluva LEGEN
'not waiting for it ever again' DARY ride.