I discovered there were two episodes I had missed during its syndicated run. Night Terrors and The Devil's Due. Both were really solid, enjoyable, episodes. I really don't know why I hadn't seen either of them before, but now I have.
When I got to the end of the series, I cried. I cried long and hard. Partly because I devoted every day for two months to reliving my childhood. The nostalgia factor was overwhelming. But also, and more importantly, because of how important STNG was to me growing up.
My parents divorced when I was 5 years old. That would be 1985. After which we lived in various states and various towns for various amounts of time. But the one constant I always had, no matter the network -- because it was syndicated -- I could turn on a tv in a hotel, at my grandma's house, or in whatever temporary home we were in and watch STNG.
It was the one constant in my life during one of the most turbulent times. And once that last scene in All Good Things, where Picard joins the poker game came on the screen... I started bawling like a baby. I sat there and cried for a good two or three minutes before I could gather myself together.
Kind of fitting on the eve of Trek's 50th anniversary. So happy 50th!
Finally, if you were wondering, Laren Ro (Or Ro Laren to be exact, since Bajorans apparently have their familial name first just like the Japanese do) is still my all time favorite Star Trek character, because Michelle Forbes will always be my FOREVER crush.