My son and I have been working our way through last season, and then the current one. Tonight we finally saw
The Angels Take Manhattan.
I'm sure everything that can be said already has. I'll just add that both of us were crying (I'm not talking about a single tear welling up, I'm talking about
sobbing here!).
When Amy's name showed up on the tombstone, and we realized at once that they were gone, but that they lived long and happy lives together, well...that was a beautiful moment. Just brilliant. We loved it.
Farewell to the Ponds.
