Yesterday, we lost a quirky, witty, talented, intelligent, brave artist.
Carrie Fisher was hysterically funny. She was wild and lovable. She was authentic.
She was a delightful role model for the weird kid in all of us—the thinker with a different point of view.
She was a warrior princess, who struggled with bipolar disorder and addiction, while living life on her terms.
I wish I could have had a conversation with her. She appeared to be someone anyone could be real with; what an amazing gift to give to other people.
Rest in peace, Carrie. The night sky is brighter with the spark of your spirit soaring through it.