News just broke that an icon for many of us of a certain age, Carrie Fisher, died after suffering a massive heart attack last week.
This year has made me very aware of my own mortality. The parade of the famous and good claimed by the Grim Reaper has been much remarked upon. The old joke used to be that the famous died in threes; this year, it's been a string of death. It doesn't help that people with gifts from God are the ones passing away, while the wicked continue to prosper. (For believers, the question of theodicy is one which should be uppermost in their minds this year.)
Carrie Fisher's Princess Leia was a cultural touchstone for those of us who grew up in the 1970s and 1980s. Weaned on Star Wars, she became our surrogate sister. And now that sister is taken too soon from us.
I'll have a year-end essay on this most puzzling of years on New Year's Eve. But, for now, let's remember all those who have departed us, many before their time.
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