There have been a few who have passed away recently including Carrie Fisher. We all know her as Princess Leia from Star Wars. Then, I believe her mother passed away yesterday.
It feels odd; all of it. For example, I’ve always been a Star Wars fan. However, I was surprised when my sister bought me this for Christmas:
She has never bought me anything with Star Wars on it. She won’t even watch the Prequels with me. Only Episodes 4-6 exist. Me? I’ve seen Episodes 1-7 and watched all of the behind-the-scenes footage of the first six episodes on DVD. Over the years, perhaps, she did not want to encourage my slight obsession. I did have a green lightsaber, which would have been blue if this little kid didn’t snatch the last one in the store before I did. I also had a double-bladed red lightsaber with sound effects. VROOM Vrrrooommm. VVRROOOOMMM…
When I have some spare time on my hands, I’d like to see “Rogue One” while it’s still in theaters.
I don’t know what to say about Carrie Fisher. I read a headline that she had a heart attack. Then, about a week later, she’s gone. Age 60. It’s just wrong. Unfair. Broken. The world is broken when you have blatantly evil people live into their 90s while some of the people we cherish don’t live long enough to see their 65th birthday.
And there’s nothing I can do to reverse the anarchy. Life ends. I’m left wondering what happens next. I have no memory of how people lived before I was born. It was nothing. After I die, will there be nothing again? If so, I couldn’t complain even if I wanted to.
Still, a lot of people say, “Rest in Peace.” Maybe it’s the type of solace, the type of justice we’re looking for. The war is over. No more fear of starvation or disease or natural calamity. You can no longer be plagued by the demons that seem to haunt so many of us. Our greatest enemy (ourselves) finally defeated for good.
I suppose, in that way, it has to end. No one wants to fight forever. I just want enough time… There are a few things I’d like to accomplish first.
Eric Christopher Jackson