I went to see Star Wars the other day. Since I’ve basically grown up with the movies, I kinda feel that I have no choice. And it was Carrie Fisher’s last film.
One of the best memories I have of growing is with my dad. When the first Star Wars (you know the one, yeah, THAT one, the REAL first one) came out, we got all dressed up fancy and had dinner at a fancy restaurant. Then we saw the movie. We continued the tradition for the first Star Trek, Indiana Jones, and Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
I can probably trace my love for science fiction and fantasy books and movies to my dad. Since his passing, I’ve always had him in mind when I’ve seen or read such things and I’d like to think he would have loved the latest Star Wars movies.