It’s been a year since we lost Carrie Fisher and out of all the deaths that hit us like a ton of bricks in 2016, this is the one that still hurts.
Like many, Carrie and Leia were defining parts of growing up. I wanted to be Princess Leia. She was strong and amazing, she was talented, and she had the force. What wasn’t to like?
As I got older I learned more about Carrie, and in those last few years, I became an even bigger fan. She was this real woman, and I wanted to be as bad ass as she was.
In the last year, I’ve tried to live the quotes and life lessons I took from her. I’ve become far less apologetic about who I am and what I am. I’ve learned to embrace my illness and “flaws” as part of me and push back against them. And I’ve tried to live life flipping the finger to anyone who wants to tear me down or steal my sunshine. Life’s too short.
And my favourite quote of hers became a header and maybe one day part of it might become a tattoo.
Words to live by!
Two of her Funkos sit on my shelf of badassery, keeping an eye on me and I think about her often. The other night after watching The Last Jedi I even dreamed about her as Leia. I was chosen to be the heir to her knowledge and her wisdom. It didn’t come with any guaranteed position, but she was choosing me to learn all that came with being Princess, General, and strong in the Force. It’s going to become a story because over 2018 I am going to transform into just that. I’m going to make Space Mom proud.
Thank you, Carrie, for everything you brought to our lives. Thank you for Leia. We still miss you, and yes, I cried at the end of the movie.
(And if you need something to cheer you up now, I’ve added three new stories to the Tales page for Christmas/Yuletide. So, go forth and enjoy.)