A big salute to all the Whovians who didn’t get to live long enough to see the new series.
They died thinking their series was gone for good.
No, you guys dont understand what a big deal this actually is. My nana started watching Doctor Who in 1965. She started letting my dad watch it in 1980. In 1999, she sat a six year old me down in front of the TV on Friday night, flipped on PBS at 10:30pm and let me grow up the way she and my dad did. In 2003, she passed away never knowing there would be another series. This is a woman who was buried with a hand knitted scarf that matched Four’s! She never knew that a whole new generation would grow up with the alien who shaped her life. I love my nana so much and her advice will always stay with me: “What’s the point of being grown up if you can’t be childish sometimes?”