The death of George Michaels was sad, more for others than it was for me. I was very young when Mr. Michaels was very big, and he didn't really feature at all in my development as a young person.
In truth, neither did Carrie Fisher. I didn't watch Star Wars as a child. I was almost an adult when I saw them. In my unpopular opinion, they're not great movies. I wasn't a fan. I did greatly enjoy The Force Awakens, though, even though it was basically A New Hope all over again (just better acted and directed). I'm also really looking forward to Rogue One. I must be one of the only people left in the country that hasn't seen it.
Fisher's contribution to the person I am came much later.
It came in her frank discussions of her own life struggles, and her advocacy for mental health. I watched interview after interview in which she discussed openly addiction, bi polar disorder and sexism. She did it all with such grace and frankness, and was humorous besides.
I admired her a great deal. Carrie Fisher didn't run from life. She embraced it, rolled with it, and stood up to it.
She trolled trolls like a pro.
I have no words, really, to explain this weird feeling that has come over me. It is at times deep sadness, and at other times a strange detachedness from emotion. Often it is both simultaneously.
Instead, I raise my glass to Carrie Fisher. She was a princess to most.
She was General to me.
A fighter, right to the end.
I'll miss her a great deal.
Rest in peace, Carrie.