It is with a horribly heavy heart that we have to be the bearer of this tragic news: Carrie Fisher has passed away at the age of 60 after complications from a heart attack last week.
This is a sentence none of us have ever wanted to write, especially me, a girl who grew up loving Star Wars and idolized Princess Leia for all that she stood for and believed in. She didn’t take any sass. She got her own blaster and took down her fair share of stormtroopers. She helped save the Rebellion, and before Rey, before Jyn, she gave us a female hero we could believe in, and relate to.
While details of Carrie’s passing are still emerging, and this is very much a developing story, multiple outlets have been able to confirm this sad news. A spokesman for Carrie, Simon Hall, released this statement to The Hollywood Reporter:
It is with a very deep sadness that Billie Lourd confirms that her beloved mother Carrie Fisher passed away at 8:55 this morning. She was loved by the world and she will be missed profoundly, Halls’ statement read.
Saying that she was loved and will be missed is barely just the half of it. Carrie was a woman who not only survived shooting four Star Wars movies (or, five), but also battled addiction, alcoholism, and was vocal about her bi-polar disorder. She was a voice for everyone struggling, and a funny voice at that. Her wisdom, guidance, and light will be missed for all eternity. Probably even longer. We miss her already.