This evening, I have several times felt myself on the edge of tears over the death of Leonard Nimoy. Scenes I saw from my childhood (as in, age 5 or less) keep flashing through my mind. I think if I were to spend any length of time contemplating the message of friendship in “Wrath of Khan” I’d probably upset my own kid with being such a crybaby. I never realized how much I valued his impact on my life and growth to adulthood.
Well played, Mr. Nimoy. You managed to set a course in my life I never even knew I was pursuing. And while some might find that revelation strange, I find myself comforted, and I genuinely grieve the sudden absence I am feeling.
