There are few people on Earth who are *enough* to carry the tagline actor, author, mental health advocate in addition to being a mother but, then again, Carrie Fisher was never just the princess she portrayed.
Remembering a woman of sardonic, self-deprecating humor, one who grew up a Hollywood girl, it’s easy to reflect back on her iconic iron bikini, or even the personal troubles that she wore so publicly for all the world to see.
But Carrie was encouraging: “So as difficult as it seems like it can be, you’re ahead of the game. You’re doing more than I did at your age, and that’s courageous.” – from here
She was funny: “I’ve got to stop getting obsessed with human beings and fall in love with a chair. Chairs have everything human beings have to offer, and less, which is obviously what I need. Less emotional and intellectual feedback, less warmth, less approval, less patience and less response. The less the merrier. Chairs it is. I must furnish my heart with feelings for furniture.” – from here
She cared about people, even those she had never met: “Post me your address and see what you get. A stone, a leaf, an unfound door, some cliché flowers or perfume and a dress. Keep in touch. Good luck, and keep up with the gusto. I’m cheering.” – from here
She believed in keeping it weird: “There are three degrees of being weird. They are: (1) Salvageably weird. (2) Weird. (3) Irrevocably weird” – from here
And at the bottom of it all, she was human: “No motive is pure. No one is good or bad-but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.” – from here
I woke up this morning, feeling so very strongly that I needed to wear my Star Wars shirt. Strange inkling and not my usual cup of tea, but just a few hours later, I felt that great disturbance when I, too, heard of the passing of the woman who portrayed the Princess and General Organa, and in her portrayal, gave us all one thing we needed: hope.
Carrie wrote once in one of her many books: “… I tell my younger friends that no matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.” And so it shall rest. And as you so elegantly wrote, Carrie, and thank you for this: “I had the time of my life–and the time of yours.”