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.

I fear nobody will come with me as I start down a difficult path
I finally know why I feel like a fraud when people say I’m smart
Who’s afraid of a federal shutdown? Many of us hope for the real thing
What are the odds that gambling improves your economic future?
My heart longs for a future that’s more real to me than the dim past
Emptiness can bring panic that feels like being stalked by fear
In a culture of cold, ‘no strings’ sex, only emotional intimacy fills needs
Maybe it wasn’t correct choice, but I’m not having surgery Friday