...and Prosper

My heart is saddened today by the news of Leonard Nimoy's passing. No, I didn't know him. I never met him. But growing up, he was always there as Mr. Spock, speaking logic from the television screen.

I loved that Vulcan and his funky ears. I loved how he wrestled with his human side and struggled with emotion. I loved those rare moments when he would smile. And I loved his real sense of humor and how he could laugh at himself.

It's a little strange to be sad. Selfish, probably. He's off exploring new frontiers, and I'm trying to hold onto a fictional character. I can say his portrayal of the loveable Spock has contributed to my writing. He gave life to the character Gene Roddenberry created. He added the nuances and the mannerisms. He took a two dimensional idea and made it into legend.

Godspeed, Mr. Spock. Mr. Nimoy. And thank you.