Mary’s explanation about how out of place she flt, and how much she missed her life in heaven gave me huge Buffy feels. Is anyone else feeling this?
My heart has broken for all 3 of them tonight. You could see the devastation on the boys faces - they want the mother they’ve always dreamed about. Even Dean, who has memories of Mary, has idealised her as a parent over the last 33 years.
And Mary. As a mother of two children, I can’t imagine disappearing tomorrow and coming back to them aged 44 and 39 (that’s the age my kids would be in 33 years, I know that’s not Sam and Dean’s ages). They’d be grown-ups, independent, much more competent than me in the time-period (probably will be anyway). I would see old traits that have matured with them, and I know I would love them absolutely, but I’d mourn the years that I missed. They’d have stories, events, that changed them, and I wouldn’t know them. Would my daughter still hate hugs? Would my son still give the worlds best hugs? Would they feel the same even though he’d be bigger than me? Would they still be absolutely obsessed with The Day My Butt Went Psycho? (God, I hope not!) Would I see the children in the adults before me?
