Peter Mayhew was a part of the lives of everyone who grew up in the Star Wars era and his death leaves a black hole in the hearts of millions.

He was a friend from the road – one of the many folks who meet in the gypsy life of convention tours. Some come and go without making much of an impression, but Peter had a genuinely warm spirit that came through even when covered in fur.

We had a running gag we’d do whenever we met up. I’d slip into his line and say, “Gee, Mr. Mayhew, when I grow up, I want to be just like you – tall… and with hair!” Peter would say, “That’s never going to happen because you’re never going to grow up.”

No. But I feel old today.

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