WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS
I did my best to steer clear of spoilers before I got to see Episode VII. But someone insisted on ruining Star Wars for others and posted a comment on a non-Star Wars thread about Kylo Ren killing his parents Han Solo and Leia.
So when Kylo Ren skewered Han with his lightsaber, I was sort of prepared. But seeing the light go out of his eyes was saddening just the same.
Han Solo was from my generation of Star Wars. Every bit of the old Jedi galaxy that I knew as a child was a comforting, welcoming embrace from a long absence. It was a coming home of sorts for me and to lose a central piece of that galaxy was disturbing *insert Vader voice* to say the least.
I could hardly contain my excitement when I caught a glimpse of the Millennium Falcon buried in the sand. When Rey and Finn took the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy, I was fully drawn into the story.
Now, Rey is one of the biggest puzzles of this episode and I dare say, she’s a Skywalker. Her memories of the night Kylo Ren killed the younglings (like Anakin did in Revenge of the Sith) and Luke shutting R2-D2 down, and the island where Luke was hiding, give me no doubt that it was her father that locked up her memory until #TamangPanahon, as they say, comes and the force awakens in her.
It was great to see R2-D2 awaken as well and to be working with BB-8. Cuteness overload!
Of course, BB-8 was an instant love. Much like R2-D2, BB-8 is a feisty, loyal, dependable, cuddly friend. Okay, maybe not so cuddly for everyone since he is made of metal but I do wanna give that little cutie a hug.
I cannot end this piece without giving Han Solo a proper goodbye.
Thank you, Han Solo, for one more wild ride in the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy. You will be missed.