Generally I am not a sentimental person. But after reading that Carrie Fisher had passed I couldn't shake that, "something is now missing" feeling. Maybe it's because Star Wars was the first movie I saw with my friends, no adults. As little guys would do, we sat in the very first row with our noses against the screen and were completely wowed at what we saw. It was a good day. We talked about Star Wars all the time, predicting what would happen next or if the Millennium Falcon could beat the Enterprise in a race. Really important stuff back in the day. Carrie was apart of that discussion and apart the mythology of our childhood. As Star Wars progressed and I hit puberty, my interest in Leia, of course, increased. I can honestly say Carrie Fisher, along with Diana Rigg were my first crushes. I had pretty good taste for a kid.
Tonight, I'll put in Episode IV: The New Hope and take a stroll. Remembering the Academy Theater with the glowing, neon blue clock to the right of the screen, the smell of real butter on the popcorn and fighting with the Jujubes candies that cemented themselves to my teeth. I'll walk down the aisle on the right hand side, my feet landing heavy because of the slight slope and find my front row seat. And when I hear John Williams's introduction music, for a short time, I'll be that 9 year old boy who wanted to see Star Wars with his friends for his birthday.
Peace be with you Carrie.