A Grey, Grey Day
Dearest Darling Carrie

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s.</p><p id="9b73">You wrote in the Prologue:</p><blockquote id="8890"><p>“Brother Thomas,</p></blockquote><blockquote id="f141"><p>You know how I always seem to be struggling even though the situation dosen’t call for it? Well I finally found a place where my struggling fits right in: the sunny Middle East. Brooding and moping dosen’t seem overdramatic in Israel or Egypt or Turkey.</p></blockquote><blockquote id="561f"><p>Today I stood in a recently-bombed train station. I looked at the charred, twisted metal and I thought, “Finally my outsides match my insides.” Maybe I should take a tour of the world’s trouble spots and really relax. See you soon.</p></blockquote><blockquote id="1966"><p>Love,</p></blockquote><blockquote id="22e3"><p>Sister Suzanne.”</p></blockquote><p id="41f2">Your struggle did not go unnoticed.</p><p id="7ca5">I wish I’d met you. I am so sad that you are no longer with us.</p><p id="da8d">From beyond the grave Carrie is teaching me emoji-speak:</p><blockquote id="e10c"><p>“I’m supposed to tell you to buy my book but I’m not really like that”</p></blockquote> <figure id="3dd4"> <div> <div> <img class="ratio" src="http://placehold.it/16x9"> <iframe class="" src="https://cdn.embedly.com/widgets/media.html?type=text%2Fhtml&key=d04bfffea46d4aeda930ec88cc64b87c&schema=twitter&url=https%3A//twitter.com/carrieffisher/status/803307648057679872&image=https%3A//pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/684846397061873664/eGFXxQPA_bigger.jpg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="185" width="500"> </div> </div> </figure></iframe></div></div></figure><p id="
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cb19">May the force be with you.</p><figure id="c734"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*BOUqlHHipp8D6geU5b2M1w.jpeg"><figcaption>Read this wonderful book. It is full of delightful gallows humour. Carrie was fun!</figcaption></figure><p id="1836">Carrie Fisher once said:</p><p id="2956" type="7">“I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra”</p><div id="10e7" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/now-theres-another-story-that-could-be-told-on-medium-f44760ccecae"> <div> <div> <h2>Estrid</h2> <div><h3>Passion Dosen’t Ignite Passion</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*hjSdJePSHI0qOoDoesIoXw.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="ad0e" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/3-countdown-2016-happy-fucking-mothers-day-72cfd5395faf"> <div> <div> <h2>#3 Countdown 2016: Happy Fucking Mother’s Day</h2> <div><h3>It tore me inside to write this one too: it got 222 views, 144 reads and 50 recommends. It has a has a 35% read-to-recommend ratio, the…</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*METrMM2uukCaSzTOmx93YA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Humourous and intelligent to the end:
Thanks for the amazing “Postcards From The Edge”, one of my favourite books.
You wrote in the Prologue:
“Brother Thomas,
You know how I always seem to be struggling even though the situation dosen’t call for it? Well I finally found a place where my struggling fits right in: the sunny Middle East. Brooding and moping dosen’t seem overdramatic in Israel or Egypt or Turkey.
Today I stood in a recently-bombed train station. I looked at the charred, twisted metal and I thought, “Finally my outsides match my insides.” Maybe I should take a tour of the world’s trouble spots and really relax. See you soon.
Love,
Sister Suzanne.”
Your struggle did not go unnoticed.
I wish I’d met you. I am so sad that you are no longer with us.
From beyond the grave Carrie is teaching me emoji-speak:
“I’m supposed to tell you to buy my book but I’m not really like that”
May the force be with you.

Carrie Fisher once said:
“I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra”