I think we all agree 2016 has been a really fucking shitty year. I didn’t think anything could be worse than Trump becoming PEOTUS until last Friday. When I saw the news break about Carrie Fisher’s heart attack, I was floored. Surely this year couldn’t be so horrible as to take away R2 and Princess Leia in the same year? Obviously it was. On Saturday I saw Rogue One again and bawled like a baby during the final scene. Throughout the weekend and Monday the news reports seemed to be cautiously optimistic when I obsessively checked them. When the news broke on Tuesday I was devastated. I sat in my room and cried for over an hour and honestly I’m still crying at the drop of a hat over her death. Carrie Fisher has been one of my heroes for as long as I can remember. I was 3 when Return of the Jedi was released so I grew up with Princess Leia as my hero. Carrie became a hero simply for being herself and refusing to accept the shame society tends to pile on the mentally ill. Getting to meet Carrie Fisher at a convention has been the greatest moment of my life. Learning that her beloved mother passed away the very next day made my heart break even more for Carrie’s daughter Billie. Carrie Fisher was our princess, our senator, for some our president, our general and she was one badass lady who inspired so many little girls and women. The universe took our princess and her mommy, and now our world is a sadder place for it.