The truly important things in life, and death, are the relationships you make. Those are the things that define and reward you. That’s what I was left with as Lost ended last night. It’s a nice message and one of many that was embedded in the subtext of the epic two and a half hour series finale. But, in “The End,” was that enough?

Spoilers to follow, of course.

The morning after, everyone is talking about and dissecting the ending. And while it was way more cut and dry than The Sopranos, it still left plenty of room for multiple readings not only of the episode, but of the entire series.

Personally, here’s how I see it. Everything that we saw on the island since day one was real. Jack didn’t die until his eye finally closed. However, the “flash sideways,” as it had been called, wasn’t exactly that. It was more like a “flash everywhere.” It was a timeless area where the spirits of our castaways went after they died. People arrived there after they died , whether it happened on the island, like with Jack, or thousands of years later, like Hurley and Ben, who ended up being the island protectors in the end. And in that place, each person had to have their real lives flash before their eyes before they could come to grips with themselves. When that finally happened, this group of friends that so closely defined each other’s lives could move on to heaven, together, as a family. Live together, die alone.

However, that’s just one, more obvious, reading. You could also say that everyone died when Oceanic 815 crash landed and that the whole island mythology was these people being judged. Then there’s the thought that everyone died when Jughead, the nuclear bomb, when off. Or maybe the entire thing was really just about Jack. I believe any of these readings has a strong argument behind it.

I think it’s most satisfying as a fan to believe everything we’ve watched for six years was real. These characters came to the island all broken men/women. Everything that happened – explained or not – actually happened. The island was a mythic, almost unexplainable place. When they left, or died, they were totally different people – fulfilled and rewarded. Or maybe if that wasn’t the case, like with Michael, you ended up stranded on the island. That’s why he wasn’t in the church at the end and probably why Ben wasn’t yet ready to enter.

If you read the first part of this column, you know I’ve been a huge fan of Lost since it began. Now that it’s over, I feel oddly at peace. We got almost none of the “answers” that people had been clamoring for. The islands’ mysteries remain just that. And to have all of my characters dead, albeit it happy, is not the ending I was looking for. But for six years, no matter how it all ended, I was entertained and engaged on a week to week basis. Is there anything more one can ask from television? In the end, isn’t that what we sit down in front of the TV  on a nightly basis for?

In that aim, Lost was a total and complete success and the finale was a fantastic piece of entertainment. Awesome action, fantastic acting, intense emotion. Then, at the end, we were given a satisfying, as logical as you could get, ending. Did I want more? Always. But with Lost we always wanted more. And that need for “more” is what will make the series endure forever.