Nimble-witted, tempestuous, and almost too tender-hearted for her own good–that’s the Carrie Fisher I remember. Goodnight, sweet princess.
Praying* for the girl I met long ago and for the woman she became. I wrote an indirect tribute to her a while back. If you’d like to read it, click here: Me and Princess Leia’s Mom.
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*Note: A mutual friend of mine and Carrie’s brother Todd Fisher says that Carrie prayed with the two of them to receive Christ some years ago–infinitely more important than any fame Carrie may have attained in this world. I was so pleased to hear this.