Why am I so sad about Leonard Nimoy’s death? I didn’t know him – not in real life. Yet I loved Mr. Spock, who was the cool, logical person I knew I could never be. My life was t00 rattled by rage – mine and my father’s. I would have loved a Spock-like dad. I fantasized about it. Captain Kirk was the blowhard guy – I wanted Spock. Not the guy who over-emoted all over the place. (I did like Sulu a lot, too – thanks, George Takei!)
My Facebook feed was filled with postings about Mr. Nimoy’s death – everyone had something to say about Mr. Spock. About the Jewish etymology of the “Live Long and Prosper” hand signal of his. About how much he resonated with them. I resonated with them.
Leonard Nimoy was an actor and a poet, a photographer and a director, and a little bit of a singer. He was a husband and a father. A Jew. A mensch, as far as I can tell. A person whose persona captured the imaginations of generations, and will far into the future.
Rest in peace, Leonard Nimoy. I have been, and always shall be, your fan.