Back when 'Return of the Jedi' first hit theaters, my dad took me to see it on opening weekend. The energy in the crowd was electric—everyone gasped when Luke pulled off that perfect green lightsaber flip. For years, I genuinely thought that was the end of the saga. The Ewok celebration, Anakin’s ghost smiling... it felt like closure. Then the prequels arrived in the late '90s, and suddenly the timeline expanded. Now with Disney’s sequels and spin-offs like 'The Mandalorian,' the idea of a 'last' Star Wars movie feels almost nostalgic. These days, I just enjoy each story as its own thing—whether it’s Rey’s journey or a random episode of 'Andor.'
Funny how something that felt so final back then is now just one chapter in this sprawling galaxy. My nephew’s obsessed with 'Ahsoka,' and it blows my mind that kids today have more Star Wars than we ever dreamed of growing up. The franchise outgrew that 'finale' label decades ago, but 'Jedi' will always hold a special place for me—the original happy ending.