[I've been meaning to start this thread. After watching that touching tribute video to Carrie tonight, I couldn't wait any longer. What's your story with Carrie. Post a photo if you have one. Here's mine.]
I said after her passing, Carrie is the only celebrity whose death I have ever mourned. It's as though a small part of me died with her. And I only met the woman for one minute.
Just one minute, barely long enough to take this photo. It was late in the day, and San Diego Comic-Con was wrapping up, circa 2006. I didn't even notice the princess, as a friend and I were exiting the main room. Carrie excitedly shouted, "Hey Chewie, can I get a photo with you?!", as she jumped to her feet, hustling to fetch her camera from her bag before I disappeared. Carrie handed her camera to my friend who snapped a photo, and then the same photo was taken with my camera, which I had quickly dug out of my pouch. I was exhausted, after a full day of performing at the con for Master Replicas. For some reason, I stayed in character for Carrie, never removing my mask, and communicating with her only through hugs and roars. A minute later, I left.
Carrie was virtually all alone at her booth, and the convention floor had practically emptied. I could've taken off my mask, sat down with her, and enjoyed a great conversation with this wonderful woman, who'd been such a colossal figure in my childhood. All of which I knew at the time. But between being the LFL promotional Chewie, and also doing frequent high-profile events with the 501st, I remember thinking, "I am wiped out. I'll have ample opportunities to meet her again.".
I never did.
Oh, the folly of youth. I thought I had all the time in the world to have that conversation with her. How I wish I had taken that opportunity when it was right in front of me. Today, with Carrie gone forever, I sometimes think about all the things I would say to her...if I could only have that chance back.
The Wook
I said after her passing, Carrie is the only celebrity whose death I have ever mourned. It's as though a small part of me died with her. And I only met the woman for one minute.
Just one minute, barely long enough to take this photo. It was late in the day, and San Diego Comic-Con was wrapping up, circa 2006. I didn't even notice the princess, as a friend and I were exiting the main room. Carrie excitedly shouted, "Hey Chewie, can I get a photo with you?!", as she jumped to her feet, hustling to fetch her camera from her bag before I disappeared. Carrie handed her camera to my friend who snapped a photo, and then the same photo was taken with my camera, which I had quickly dug out of my pouch. I was exhausted, after a full day of performing at the con for Master Replicas. For some reason, I stayed in character for Carrie, never removing my mask, and communicating with her only through hugs and roars. A minute later, I left.
Carrie was virtually all alone at her booth, and the convention floor had practically emptied. I could've taken off my mask, sat down with her, and enjoyed a great conversation with this wonderful woman, who'd been such a colossal figure in my childhood. All of which I knew at the time. But between being the LFL promotional Chewie, and also doing frequent high-profile events with the 501st, I remember thinking, "I am wiped out. I'll have ample opportunities to meet her again.".
I never did.
Oh, the folly of youth. I thought I had all the time in the world to have that conversation with her. How I wish I had taken that opportunity when it was right in front of me. Today, with Carrie gone forever, I sometimes think about all the things I would say to her...if I could only have that chance back.
The Wook
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