I rarely have deep feelings when a celebrity passes. Yes, of course I feel sad for the family, and think of the contributions that person made during his or her life. Some of these are momentous and some easily forgotten. But this time I felt a heaviness when hearing of Leonard Nimoy’s passing. I was flooded with memories, running movies through my mind, mostly smiling, but occasionally crying. After all, to so many, he WAS Spock.  My husband sometimes teases calling me Spock because he’s usually the only one crying during movies.

Most of all, I was so moved by Mr. Nimoy’s final tweet, and so like him, the poet he was: “A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. LLAP” So true, so very true.

ps. Yep, I can do the Vulcan salute.