I’ve known for a long time that the people who played the crew of the starship Enterprise when I was a small child are getting old, but it still caught me by surprise Monday night to see a picture of a very old-looking Leonard Nimoy with the news that he has been hospitalized for severe chest pain.
When the celebrities of our youth grow old and start dying, we feel pangs of something. Is it regret? sadness? or something else? I’m not sure what to call it, but the feelings are ultimately about ourselves, not about the people who are dying.
James Doohan (Scotty) and DeForest Kelley (Dr. McCoy) are already gone. Nimoy (Spock) and William Shatner (Capt. Kirk) are old men. What does this say about me?
I know it sounds selfish to interpret someone else’s problems this way, but isn’t that natural? I didn’t know any of these people except as actors whose faces and voices were burned into my child brain. They only have meaning as reminders of the little boy who wanted to join them in space — away from the reality that seemed so unhappy down here.

Ignore the happy face it presents: Coercive state points a gun at you
Visit with high school best friend leaves me pondering my old fears
Am I betraying the truth if I don’t preach to the converted each day?
Whose life is it anyway? Police taser man trying to protect home from fire
Who ‘owns’ children? And who should step in when parents fail?
Our contradictory beliefs lead to irrational views, foolish decisions
Could Hillary Clinton be the next president of the United States?
Should I become prophet of doom or fade quietly into the darkness?
What if I hadn’t been afraid to follow Paul Finebaum’s advice 20 years ago?