The galaxy mourns as it’s beloved princess became one with The Force on Tuesday morning at the age of 60; succumbing to complications following a cardiac arrest suffered last Friday while aboard an airline flight en route to Los Angeles.
Family spokesman read a statement from Fisher’s daughter, Billie Lourd, confirming the sad news. “It is with a very deep sadness that Billie Lourd confirms that her beloved mother Carrie Fisher passed away at 8:55 this morning,” reads the statement. “She was loved by the world and she will be missed profoundly,” says Lourd, 24. “Our entire family thanks you for your thoughts and prayers.”
Fisher was obviously best known for her iconic hair buns and sass-talking to the Evil Galactic Empire as the charismatic, Princess Leia in 1977’s Star Wars. At just 19 years of age it launched her acting career at full throttle and solidified her as a household name. She went on to star in other films such as The Blues Brothers, Hannah and Her Sisters, The Cinecast’s darling The ‘burbs and one of my personal favorites from my youth, Under the Rainbow.
Fisher herself would be the first to admit she had some flaws and weaknesses. Over time, she overcame many of those weaknesses and became a soldier for good as a spokesperson and promoter of mental health awareness and drug rehabilitation. In short, besides her snappy sense of humor, wonderful writing abilities (cleaning up a lot of screenplays in her day) and natural good looks, she was a good and generous person with a purpose that gave a lot to the people on this planet.
Luminous beings are we; not this crude matter.”
Everyone has been bashing 2016 since about mid-August for all of the precious lives departing this Earth this year. But for me, this one stings the most. A lifelong passion, friend and damn near religion, The Star Wars saga has always been for me. And Carrie Fisher is no small part of that kinship. Not too many people sass off and down right defy Vader as her character does and live to talk about it. Fewer still look good doing it. And don’t even get me started on the funny feeling my eight year-old self got on Jabba’s sail barge. I can’t imagine that character being played by anyone else.
In December of 2015 I teared up a little bit at the site of a hunk of metal zooming over a desert surface. In 2017, with Episode VIII in the Star Wars Saga releasing close to Christmas, the tears will be a bit more Organa-ic and unfortunately not out of joy, but out of sadness and loss. Fair warning to whoever sits next to me; it’ll happen.
We’ll miss you Carrie. May the force be with you.