How the finale of HIMYM should've been

(with respect to the actual conclusion of the series)
(imagine this is Ted narrating)


Kids, that old lady at the train station kept bugging me on destiny; but to my surprise, I actually felt it, too. Your mother was my ex’s roommate, the roommate that I actually fell in love with just by knowing she was a bass guitar player. The same woman who saw the funny in me on that “shellfish” joke when I accidentally walked in on an Econ 305 class. The woman who did her share on making sure that everyone participated on the wedding — or in Robin’s case, for there to actually be a wedding.

Back at the reception I knew just by that fraction of a second when my eyes met hers that a heavy feeling was pressing deep inside my heart. I don’t want to move! Chicago is not New York. I belong in New York! I belong in New York where I could be with that bass player, settle down in a humble lofty unit where I could see the building I designed five blocks away, have beautiful children, and simply spend the rest of my days as a happy husband and an even happier father.

And so the dilemma begins. I argued with myself on how I would approach this situation until finally, I mustered up the courage to walk in the rain and secure a space for myself under the evidently familiar yellow umbrella that I thought was mine.

“Hey, you’re that bass guitarist from a while ago. By the way, I’m…”

“The best man. Yeah, I know,” she smilingly continued.

“You’re Cindy’s roommate, right? By the way, this umbrella belongs to me. This was the one I left at your apartment. It even has my initials T. M., Ted Mosby,” I confidently gestured.

“No, this is mine. I bought it. Those initials are mine: T. M., Tracy McConnell.”

After a few exchanges of realization, it dawned on me: This is her. She’s the one.


A few days later, we started dating. Eventually I introduced them to the others and of course, they were pissed that they all got worked up about me going to Chicago only to find out that I would stay here, in New York, with the woman I like. The last word, though, subconsciously still leaves me a bitter feeling though.

Years later, everyone got together again. It was supposed to be a day of joy. Of course, your aunt Robin and uncle Barney’s divorce had to ruin the moment. Still, your uncle Marshall is now Judge Fudge and a father, yet again, on their third baby. Your mother and I were happily together even though we had to postpone our own wedding to a seemingly distant date, around five years on a Thursday to be exact.

Time went on as your aunt Robin kept on moving from one place to another but she took the liberty of actually coming back one last time for a Halloween party. Things were as usual: Barney being his promiscuous self, Marshall and Lily wearing matching costumes and then there’s me with the ballot costume. Good thing your mom was dressed like a female Uncle Sam. Your aunt Robin was leaving of course but your Aunt Lily was desperately trying to convince her on not missing out on yet another big moment, on missing out on perhaps the only time when the gang is complete.

“You know what I think of ‘the gang?’ I think of it as my two friends having their third baby, my ex-husband flirting with other women and the guy I should’ve ended up with who is happy with the love of his life,” Robin sobbingly nagged as she stormed out of the room and possibly out of our lives.

Years passed, you guys were born, your mother and I finally got married, even your uncle Barney is now a decent son of a “bisch” with a kid of his own — Ellie.

“You are the love of my life. Everything I have and everything I am is yours. Forever.”

Barney could’ve given the baby away but no. He said those words with love in his heart, a sure-enough convincing smile amidst the tears rolling down the side of his face and a kiss on her forehead matching the emotions welling up inside of him.


Your mom and I have had lots of beautiful moments together. Even though we’ve fought over the smallest of things, we’ve made sure to let things stay just as how pleasant they already are. Even in those last days that we were together, when your mom suddenly got sick, perhaps it was only at that time when I’ve realized that this moment was just too good to last forever, that there just had to be an cut-off date for all of this.

Kids, I’ve never felt sadder in my life than the moment when your mother caught the last parts of her breath just to sound the word “Goodbye.” It was only a short moment but it felt like forever inside the room laced with the scent of medicine and freshly pressed linen. I grasped her hand and all I could hear was the monotonous ring of the machine. The feeling of defeat covered me, I couldn’t even move just pull click the button alarming the nurses. Instead, all I could do was just lie beside the bed with my hand still holding hers with my head rested on my arm as I just silently cried it all off.

“And that’s how I met your mother…”

“That’s it? Dad, you certainly did not tell us how you met mom. Mom was barely even in your story.”

“Yeah Dad, you were obviously trying to tell us how you are still in love with aunt Robin.”

“No, I wasn’t! I tried to tell it as short and direct to the point. Can’t you see how in every part of the story, she had a part to play? It was her umbrella, she was at ‘my’ class, I saw her feet once when I dated her roommate, what more could you ask?”

“We only asked a simple question. Come on, it’s pretty obvious that all this time you still like aunt Robin. We see how you flirt with her every time we have reunions.”

“What? W-what? Wha-What? What?”

“You know dad, it’s okay. It’s been six years since mom has gone. You haven’t been the same ever since. We like aunt Robin! I bet mom would be alright with it.”

“We love mom, no doubt about that. No one could ever replace her in our hearts. Who would make up songs about breakfast? Who would sing La Vie En Rose to us when we suddenly crave for a lullaby? Who would be there to laugh at all of your jokes? No offense dad.”

“But at the same time, we love you too dad. We know you still miss mom. But it’s time to start moving on. I bet mom would be sad to see us sad.”

“You really think so, kids?”

“Yes dad. We’re here to support you — we’re your kids and mom is above watching over us. We’re family.”


I sat out on the porch, looked up at the sky, closed my eyes and took three deep breaths.

“Honey, wherever you are I want you to know that I love you so much. Every waking hour I miss you, but it’s alright. I have to be strong for our kids. Now, is it really okay for me to be in love again? Can I really take a chance at it again? Could you give me a sign? I don’t know what that sign would be but I’ll accept it with open arms.”

Just then, the most miraculous thing happened: the wind blew hard and a piece of paper flew to my attention. It was a flyer for a new music shop opening on 5th and Broadway. It was called Bleu’s Store and behind the graphic of the name of the shop were the silhouettes of three instruments: a violin, a trumpet and a grand piano. The miraculous part was that these three instruments were all in BLUE! You know, I am a bit of a detective so I deduced perhaps it meant the Blue French Horn that Robin wanted so bad.
And at that instant, I knew I had my wife’s blessing.

I immediately rushed to get the horn and speeded to the apartment Robin was staying.

After a few beeps on the doorbell, she opened the window and looked down. As she saw my arm raised carrying the horn, she rushed down and gave me the warmest hug I ever needed.


And that’s how it goes kids.
The friends, neighbours, drinking buddies and partners in crime you love so much when you’re young, as the years go by, you just lose touch.
You would be shocked kids, when you discover how easy it is in life to part ways with people forever.
That’s why, when you find someone you want to keep around, you do something about it.
—  Ted Mosby, la filosofia di How I Met Your Mother.