Grandfather! How long has
it been since you came to the valley and
planted your first vine from Italy? I
remember how you use to hold me on the
saddle, ridding through the fields, and
teaching me about the land and the
vineyards, and how precious they are
together. Seems like only yesterday.
I think of all the people who've come to
the valley: Chase, Maggie, Cole, Vickie,
and that feisty Melissa Agretti; and
Erickson, killed in the plane crash that
almost killed all of us - but I was spared
to carry on your heritage.
Julia is safe and happy in the convent,
and Emma and Frank will both be coming
home soon. And Stavros - ooh it was
tempting, Grandfather, but in the end you
knew I could not follow him to Greece.
Training Lance to take my place has been a
challenge, but I think he's coming around.
And for the first time, Richard and I are
beginning to understand each other.
Meanwhile, I'm going to do everything I
can to keep the vineyard and the winery
the jewel of the valley, just as you
always dreamed it would be.
Yes, the past has its place; but I'll keep
looking to the future. After all, there's
a wedding today; children are playing,
more children on the way; and of course,
the land - always the land. People come
and go, but the land endures.
"A toast to you Falcon Crest, and long may
you live," Angela said, as she held her
glass up in a toast to the land.