Sherrey Larmour PhD (she/her)

[AJ @thewayhome1974]

NEXT WEEK!! e10 #thewayhome

[alex 🍭 @idkbutchyler]

oh . mygod #TheWayHome

[Tareq Hadhad @TareqHadhad]

This resonates deeply with me and my family.
Canada never asked us to leave our story behind. It invited us to add it to a larger one. What a great country! 🇨🇦

[‏ً @omgsidewalks]

You actually reduce crime by eliminating poverty. You reduce crime with universal healthcare, public housing, livable wages, and free college. You reduce violence by creating happy, healthy communities that aren’t constantly fighting over basic needs and material resources.

[Tawnya Mahaffey @TawnyaMahaffey]

Excited, emotional, freaked out and anticipating all at once @TheWayHomeX @netflix #savethewayhome #thewayhome

[MyKatherine1814 (FP🤔🤨🧐🫶🏼) @mykatherine1814]

A pic of Alice in 4x10 finale and A Love Letter From A Ponderer🤔💌☺️🤗

In a world that rushes past the heart,
This story asks us not to part
From all the joys and wounds we bear,
But find the hidden meaning there.

The pond was more than a doorway through years,
It was memory itself, holding laughter and tears;
A reflection of everyone longing to know
If the moments we've lost ever truly let go.

We sought Easter eggs, for twists yet unknown,
Yet stayed for a family that felt like our own;
For mothers and daughters, for wounds left unhealed,
For truths long forgotten that time had concealed.

Somewhere between every sorrow and clue,
The story became something gentler and true;
A place for the grieving, the hopeful, the worn,
Where hearts can be broken and still be reborn.

Its gift is not in time alone,
Nor mysteries the pond has known,
But in the quiet, steadfast grace
Of souls still searching for their place.

We see ourselves in every flaw,
In every lesson learned with awe;
For none are written as complete...
They're human, fragile, incomplete.

Del, with grief she cannot name,
Yet still keeps tending love's small flame.
Kat, chasing answers through the years,
Confronting loss and buried fears.
Alice, standing in between,
Discovering what love can mean.

Their brokenness is what feels true,
A mirror gently held to view;
For who among us has not tried
To heal the hurts we keep inside?

The show reminds us hearts can bend,
That fractured bonds can learn to mend;
That understanding, softly won,
Can warm the places grief has shunned.

And fans return because they find
A rare kind of comfort intertwined...
Not promises that pain will cease,
But faith that sorrow still finds peace.

"11:11 — make a wish" would appear,
A whisper reminding us something is near;
That wonder still lives in a world full of pain,
And what's been lost may not be gone forever again.

So many stories fade away,
Forgotten with another day;
Yet this one lingers, like a friend,
Whose words stay with us in the end.

"Five more minutes"...
For closure, one more thing to say.
One more chance to hold close what time carried away.
One more laugh, one more embrace, one more memory to keep.
One more look, one more knock, one more bounding leap.

Now we stand by the water and look toward the end,
Not just losing a series, but saying goodbye to a friend;
Knowing soon may come the last jump in the pond,
The final journey for those we've grown fond.

And somehow our hearts are both grateful and sore,
For we know what this story was always meant for;
To remind us that time is a gift, not a thief,
That hope can stand taller than sorrow or grief.

"A Landry NEVER gives up HOPE" became
More than a line or a family's refrain;
It became something many of us chose to do...
Keep believing in light when the darkness felt true.
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.
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Because beneath its timeworn art
Lives something deeper than its plot:

A hope that love survives regret,
That those we've lost aren't finished yet,
And that no matter where we roam,

The journey will always lead us...
The Way Home.

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@Netflix #ALandryNeverGivesUpHOPE so please #SaveTheWayHome because fans are #HookedOnTheWayHome and want #FiveMoreMinutes to see this beautiful story finish unfolding.

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https://t.co/VfSgBuWymc

[Martha J @MJohaningsmeir]

https://t.co/8YN0mF9I9J
#SaveTheWayHome #TheWayHomeS5 @netflix @hallmarkchannel @HallmarkPlus #ALandryNeverGivesUpHope @TiffanyC_TWHMod @mykatherine1814 @chy_leigh @sadielsnow @evan_m_williams @JordanDoww @devincecchetto @juliatomasone @alymarieli

[MP Arizona☀️🏳️‍🌈💙🌵🐕🐕‍🦺🫂💦🏜🐟🌴🎙🌎🌻♍️🌊 @AzPetrich]

A trillionair, yet his name does not appear on a single school, university, library, museum wing, hospital, stadium, arena, airport, or endowed chairs. What a colossal waste of a human lifetime.

[Rev. Benjamin Cremer @Brcremer]

Jesus didn’t build a grand arena to hold gladiator fights for his own amusement.

That was Caesar.

[Jon Cooper 🇺🇸 @joncoopertweets]

Well, I gotta admit it was worth the wait for that curtain to be removed.

[Mohamad Safa @mhdksafa]

Palestine is the most well-documented genocide in history, yet the most denied.

[kanishk @kaxishk]

Justin Trudeau in his 20s damn..

[Tiffany C. @TiffanyC_TWHMod]

If you L♥️VE the show @TheWayHomeX you can help support the showrunners, cast & crew by Sign & Share our FREE petition. https://t.co/zU4JZbaeQ1 They can't say anything yet, but behind the screen they are cheering us on to keep going. We are 8,836 signstures from our goal 25k.

[‏ً @omgsidewalks]

Funny how debt is forgivable when it's tied to yachts, hedge funds, or failed businesses, but suddenly becomes a character flaw when it's tied to education, healthcare, or survival.

[Amanda @amanda_lynn_8]

Let’s keep the requests coming for #TheWayHome ❤️
#SaveTheWayHome #ALandryNeverGivesUpHope

[Tawnya Mahaffey @TawnyaMahaffey]

#savethewayhome @netflix give this beautiful show more seasons! #Netflix @TheWayHomeX 🌊 🌊 🌊

[MyKatherine1814 (FP🤔🤨🧐🫶🏼) @mykatherine1814]

A huge Hats off to @juliatomasone
and Andie MacDowell 👏🏻👏🏼👏🏽👏🏾👏🏿

There’s a quiet symmetry in how Andie MacDowell and Julia Tomasone shape Del Landry across time. It feels less like two separate performances and more like a single life being gently examined from different angles.

Andie’s Del carries the present with a softened restraint. Everything about her feels lived in, as though joy and grief have settled into the grain of everyday expression. She does not announce emotion so much as let it linger just beneath the surface.

Julia's Del, in contrast, moves through the earlier years with a kind of open lightness that has not yet been fully tested. Even so, there is already a hint of what is to come in the way she holds herself, as if the first shadows of later choices are quietly forming at the edges.

Together, their work creates continuity rather than contrast. The result is a Del Landry who feels whole across decades, shaped by time but never fragmented by it.

Del's journey is the quiet tragedy of a woman who learned how to survive loss but not how to stop living inside it. For years she stood guard over her sorrow like it was the last thing connecting her to what she'd lost, only to find that forgiveness is not betrayal. It is the gentlest form of remembering.

She spent so much of her life looking backward that the past became stitched into the fabric of her days. Every room held an echo. Every familiar song carried a ghost. Every memory arrived with equal measures of warmth and pain, reminding her that the things we cherish most are often the things that leave the deepest scars.

Nostalgia wrapped itself around her heart like an old quilt, worn thin with time but impossible to throw away. It comforted her, even as it hurt. It kept alive the laughter, the embraces, the fleeting moments she wished she could hold forever. Yet it also preserved every absence, every unanswered question, every goodbye that never felt complete.

Grief became the language through which she loved. Not because she wanted to suffer, but because letting go felt too much like losing them all over again. She carried the weight of yesterday for so long that she forgot memories were never meant to be anchors. They were meant to be lanterns.

And slowly, through years of heartache and healing, she began to understand that love does not disappear when a moment ends. It lingers. It changes shape. It settles into the soul and becomes part of who we are. The people we lose leave fingerprints on our lives that time cannot erase.

There is a particular sadness in realizing that some doors only open one way. That childhood homes become memories. That family photographs become history. That the people we once were can never be reclaimed. But there is beauty there too. Because every loss is proof that something precious existed. Every ache is evidence of love.

Del's story is not about forgetting. It is about learning to hold memory with open hands instead of clenched fists. It is about discovering that healing does not mean leaving the past behind. It means carrying it differently. Softer. Kinder. With gratitude instead of guilt.

In the end, she learns that grief and love are not opposites. They are companions. One is simply the shadow the other leaves behind. And as she stands between all she has lost and all she still has left to love, she realizes that the most faithful way to honor the past is not to live within it, but to let its light guide her home.

@netflix #SaveTheWayHome and give all fans of #TheWayHome their #FiveMoreMinutes 🕰️

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[TSN @TSN_Sports]

Incredible vibes from the crowd at the #RBCCanadianOpen for 'O Canada' 👏🇨🇦

[ceciarmy @ceciarmy]

Una niña estaba llorando en el metro, y estos borrachos decidieron hacerla sonreír cantando Baby Shark