By now, you’ve heard over and over again that the world has lost Carrie Fisher.
I can’t possibly say anything more than countless others have said about her empowering contribution to girls and women everywhere, or her candidness about her mental health issues, or her pictures of her dog, omg, her dog.
But I can’t just say nothing. (It’s not my style, you know that.)
She was obviously much more than a character, but her role as Princess/General Leia was my introduction to her, and you have to know how treasured she is in this house for my grief to make any sort of sense.
On a tangible scale, our house is full of toys and costumes and wigs and books and movies and posters – all bearing her resemblance and containing her story – a story that feels as much a part of my molecular structure as anything else.
But beyond that – and beyond her most notable character, you have to know how much I appreciate real people who talk about real things and how we all suffer when the world has less of those people.
Be real. THAT is empowering.
Miss you, girl.
(Leaving you with a picture of my oldest dressed as Leia years ago, because duh, it’s the cutest.)