Today, February 27, 2016, marks one year since Mr. Nimoy’s death.

It still feels like yesterday.

I wish I had some sage comments to make about my love of Star Trek and the character of Mr. Spock.  That both influenced my life on many levels is a truth that I cannot deny.  That sense of wonder, of believing that at some point humanity could reach the stars and be open about their place in them.  I doubt that I will see that in my lifetime, but it is a dream that I still cling to – in part because of the logical mind of a half-Vulcan who had more emotion in his little finger than anyone on the crew – he simply kept it contained because that was… logical for him.

It sounds odd to feel such a connection to a man that I never met – and knew only through the various expressions of his art, be it acting, directing, or making beautiful word paintings with his poetry.  Yet, I, like thousands of others did indeed connect with Spock, for whatever illogical reason.  And my world has been a little brighter for that connection.

One year ago today the magic of this world dimmed a little as an amazing, fascinating man passed on.  He is, and always will be, missed by those who loved a logical Vulcan, no matter how illogical that affection might have been.