Lest it be said…

I paced the floor during the hours between the news that Carrie Fisher had collapsed while enroute to LAX and the news, finally, that she had died. I don’t know why I got so concerned about Carrie Fisher. I had a feeling Leonard Cohen would die; anyone who heard his last album should have heard the end in his voice. I’m playing the only George Michael piece I own: Faith. I didn’t expect any other deaths, but I wasn’t horribly surprised, death by death, until Carrie Fisher.

I guess part of it is that I’ve only recently had my attention drawn to Carrie Fisher. Who she was turns out to be someone I would have loved, and probably really liked. I love smart women. I love smart people but I prefer smart women. Maybe it was that the first and only thing I’d seen her in was the first Star Wars trilogy; I was not that into the movies, nor did I find the characters compelling, but the series created such a storm in our culture that one could not avoid being drawn in. I love fiction, I love science fiction, and yeah, the stories aren’t great, the characters are pretty thin, and they spent a ton of money creating some of the most amazing visuals. I think that’s what finally caught me, for the movies.

Carrie Fisher still wasn’t on my radar.

It’s only recently that her star rose on my horizon. Her wit bowled me over. I saw her in a couple of interviews and after thinking, who? what? I started to think about Carrie Fisher and probably in a manner of which she’d approve. I was wondering. Who doesn’t like a little wonder thrown their way? Not the grim-faced sort, where someone wonders about you and shakes their head. No, the wow, there really is magic in the world, kind.

People have been throwing themselves down in fits of agony over the losses they’ve experienced, or we the consuming public have had showered down upon us. I see no need. 2016 is no more hideous than many other years I’ve lived through. When the horror lives inside your own home, you don’t need falling stars to take you off your balance.
I’ve lived through several hells and I’m scorched. But I am not afraid of fire. Well, yes I am, but in a most intelligent way. I am cautious around fire, it can be useful, but it can take you away in a most unpleasant way.

I hope that while she was waiting about for the plug to be pulled, Carrie had a relaxed time; I wouldn’t want her to have suffered any more than she already had.