You’ve mostly likely heard that Leonard Nimoy passed away, this morning. He was one of my childhood heroes.
I started watching Star Trek (re-runs) at the tender age of three. Yup, Star Trek was right up there with Batman and my favourite character was/is the iconic – Mr. Spock. I am still a HUGE fan.
Although why I liked him then and why I like him now are for very different reasons; does a 3-year old know why she likes someone? Maybe I had a teensy-weensy little-girl crush.
It was his differences. Half Human and half Vulcan, always at war with his ‘emotions’, unobtainable …but enigmatically interesting! I mean, nobody could figure this guy out!
The character was a hit and continues to be. But that only scratches the surface of the real man and suburb actor behind the mask of make believe.
Leonard Nimoy was a gifted actor and director with such accreditations as: playing opposite Ingrid Bergman in a TV drama called “A Woman Called Golda” as Israeli leader Golda Meir’s husband. He also played Vincent van Gogh in Vincent, a one-man stage show on the life of the troubled painter.
He appeared in many classic films such as: The King and I, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and My Fair Lady.
He was a writer, a publisher…
and, well…there was this:
As much as I loved and adored ya, Len…after seeing this, I may need therapy.
I read that, initially, he didn’t like being constantly referenced to Spock as, truly, he was more than that. However, he candidly admitted that:
‘Of course the role changed my career – or rather, gave me one.’
Star Trek will live on, I should think, forever. But real people don’t. If we’re lucky, we get to grow old and then eventually we succumb to something – be it disease or simply old age. In the end, we leave this world and (I believe, anyway) move onto another.
I think you did live long and you did prosper, Leonard. I think you left an amazing legacy and inspired not one but several generations and more to come. Well done.
Mr. Nimoy’s last tweet was beautiful and poignant.
‘A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory.’
How very true…
Fade to black.