Truth be told, when Carrie Fisher passed, I got pretty worried about her. Losing a child is the most difficult death to deal with. When I was 3, my uncle, who was a volunteer firefighter, died when he was struck by a train while he was trying to evacuate a mobile home park in Sultan during a flood. That was on November 23, 1986. His Memorial service was on the 26th, and that day, my mother said my grandfather was acting off all day. Driving home from the service, he nearly got in a car accident. My mother and grandmother were both worried about him, but he insisted he was alright. He passed away that night. Apparently, they put grief as the cause of death on his certificate. My mother and I talked about this yesterday, and we both believe he would have made it into his 80's if my uncle hadn't died. He wasn't that unhealthy, just a couple of surgically replaced hips.
Forgive my indulgence. This story brought back some rough memories.
"May the force be with you."
RIP Carrie Fisher, 1956-2016