I grew up watching TNG (and then all other series) with my parents. Being in the UK, I had to wait each month for the VHS releases to come out which mum and dad would duly purchase and we'd watch together.
Star Trek was 'our thing' and is one of the defining moments of my childhood and our relationship.
I'm now 39, happily married with a career and blessed life.
When Picard started, we would all watch from afar and then mum and I would exchange texts about our thoughts (which with series 1 and 2 weren't particularly favourable...)
And then S3 started, and we both exchanged such excitement over the characters and their returns. So much so, that when episode 9 was released I insisted she, dad and my wife all watch it together. I somehow knew the Big D was going to return: that ship that had carried us away us a family and had inspired so many memories was going to come back and I wanted to share that experience with them one last time.
And I'm so glad we did. As I write this, is asleep in hospital approaching the end of her life having been diagnosed with a brain tumour in July this year. As a person of faith I hold no fear, and as a son I hold only gratitude for her being my mum.
But I'm also so grateful to Star Trek for all it was to us, and particularly the child like joy I experience those few months ago when the Enterprise returned.
For one brief moment I got to be a child again with my mum and dad, and for that I will remain ever grateful. But now I must commend her to 'the undiscovered country.'
But thank you mum, and thank you Star Trek.
Star Trek was 'our thing' and is one of the defining moments of my childhood and our relationship.
I'm now 39, happily married with a career and blessed life.
When Picard started, we would all watch from afar and then mum and I would exchange texts about our thoughts (which with series 1 and 2 weren't particularly favourable...)
And then S3 started, and we both exchanged such excitement over the characters and their returns. So much so, that when episode 9 was released I insisted she, dad and my wife all watch it together. I somehow knew the Big D was going to return: that ship that had carried us away us a family and had inspired so many memories was going to come back and I wanted to share that experience with them one last time.
And I'm so glad we did. As I write this, is asleep in hospital approaching the end of her life having been diagnosed with a brain tumour in July this year. As a person of faith I hold no fear, and as a son I hold only gratitude for her being my mum.
But I'm also so grateful to Star Trek for all it was to us, and particularly the child like joy I experience those few months ago when the Enterprise returned.
For one brief moment I got to be a child again with my mum and dad, and for that I will remain ever grateful. But now I must commend her to 'the undiscovered country.'
But thank you mum, and thank you Star Trek.
