2016 has been a very bad year. It not only took Princess Leia away from us, it also took away her mother, the Singing in the Rain lady.
But the deaths of Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds are not the only the dark clouds that have me down. I was born in 1956, the same year as Carrie Fisher. My mother who is still living is practically the same age as Debbie Reynolds. Life does imitate art if you only look at it carefully. So what does this mean for me?
2016 is not yet over. And I came down with a case of the flu on Christmas Day and am still throwing up and having fevers. My bank account is at zero dollars until at least tomorrow. So I have no money for a doctor’s office copay. So if my candle is snuffed today, it is not inconceivable that mother, who is also diabetic and in poor health, could follow Debbie Reynolds’ example.
Those are some gol’ dang dark thoughts.
And that is not the way either Carrie or Debbie lived. Their lives with filled with humor. Taking dark and difficult things that happened in their lives they turned it into humor and entertaining bursts of wit and energy. From her Star Wars experiences Carrie Fisher determined that every obituary written for her contain the words .
“I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.”
and now I have discharged that duty in her honor. She was a writer just like me, having written books like Wishful Drinking and Postcards from the Edge.
Debbie Reynolds tap-danced with Gene Kelly when she was only 19 in the movie Singing in the Rain. I could claim that my own mother tap-danced with Gene Kelly too, but that would be lying. And though, as an author of humorous fiction, I have no trouble with lying, it seems a disservice to her lifelong dedication to being a Registered Nurse. My mother helped save lives. Movie star and RN are at least equal in importance. After all, Debbie Reynolds singing and dancing probably created enough love and laughter in the world to help save a few lives too.
So, I intend to get better and not die before the end of 2016. Rumors of my death, if you hear them, will hopefully be premature. But all in all, 2016 was a really rotten year.