I received the best birthday present last week: assigned seating to Star Wars: The Last Jedi for Friday, December 15 at 4 p.m. I love the fact I don't have to rush into the theater with a mass of people and stake my claim on a prime seat like an Oklahoma land rush.
Try as I might, I have not been able to keep my excitement for the movie at a reasonable level. Each glimpse of Rian Johnson's film has elevated my interest in the new adventure. Once one of the original summer blockbusters, Star Wars has now entered my birthday month for three years in a row--it doesn't get any better than this!
But I keep watching all the cast interviews, trailers and featurettes only to feel a gaping absence in the festivities. Where is Carrie Fisher and, of course, her dog Gary?
When Carrie left us nearly a year ago, I was surprised how significantly it affected me. I didn't want to write about it--didn't even want to think about it. I knew plenty of people out there would share their thoughts on her passing. I decided to mourn in silence.
For the Star Wars Universe as well as many children growing up in the 1980s, Carrie Fisher as Princess Leia was the only girl in the galaxy. In fact, she was the first action figure I can remember opening at Christmas around 1980. I still have it, all yellowed and faded.
I hate to paraphrase Forrest Gump, but I know death is a part of life. I just wish that it wasn't. I know I'm not the first to say such things, but we miss you, Carrie. Seeing your final film as Leia tomorrow is going to be bittersweet.
I know you'd probably tell your fans to enjoy the day and have fun. But I wanted to put into writing I will be thinking about you as I enjoy the movie this weekend with millions of others.