Sad

When I was a girl my uncle took, my mother, my sister, and myself to go see Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back in theaters. Two weeks later when my father came home from a trip for work, my uncle took us to see it again, this time with my dad.

Shortly thereafter, I wrote a piece of fan fiction. I don't remember what I wrote, but I do remember four important details about it. One, it was based on the movie. Two, I didn't remove the part when Han and Leia kissed even though I was only eight. Three, it was the first thing I ever wrote that I completed. And four, my teacher read it, made a couple of corrections, and gave me extra credit for writing it. It was pretty long for my age, somewhere around ten pages.

This morning my husband told me nothing was really happening in the news. A few minutes later I got on the computer. "What do you mean nothing is happening?" I thought very loudly in my head, "Carrie Fisher died this morning."

RIP Ms. Fisher. You inspired an untold number of girls to strive to be all they can.