I didn’t plan on being a fan of “The Walking Dead” ― my teenage son, Robby, got me hooked. One day I came into our family room while Robby was watching an episode of “The Walking Dead,” and I found myself intrigued despite my trepidation. Robby’s illness had forced us into a very small world, but “The Walking Dead” gave us a chance to explore bigger questions and ideals from the comfort of our couch. Just three months after he died, I watched the Season 7 premiere of “The Walking Dead” without him, and it was heartbreaking. On the simplest level, “The Walking Dead” offered opportunities for pure, escapist entertainment with my son during the worst year of our lives.

Source: Huffington Post January 12, 2019 15:00 UTC