I’m not a Star Wars fan. Not that big a fan anyway. I’ve watched the movies (at least the original trilogy and the new ones) and enjoyed them. However, I’ve come to love Carrie Fisher through her various appearances on talk shows and British panel shows. She was hilarious and I just love her attitude. Her passing hit me harder than I thought it would, seeing as I was never that big a fan of hers or her work, and I really don’t know much about who she is and her life story –– I didn’t even know that her parents were famous. But it really felt like we’ve lost something. I guess that feeling was enhanced by the fact that pretty much everyone I follow on Twitter, and a lot of the subreddits I’m subscribed to, genuinely loved her (and Star Wars).
I watched her appearance on 8 out of 10 Cats the day before her heart attack. I watched Rogue One the day before her death. During this time, I also watched quite a few YouTube videos about/of her and read a bit more about her family and stories about her. This is probably why her death felt more significant to me than it should have; I was learning a bit more about her, and suddenly she was gone.
