Farewell to Spock…
So I’ve never really told you this but I am a trekkie. Not a hardcore fan who finds fault in the stars and every little thing about Star Trek… (except for Cumberbatch being Khan)… but a fan who loves the stories, the characters and the lessons each interstellar adventure Gene Roddenberry et. al. have offered over the past few decades.
Of course Gene is gone, so is Scotty, Bones and now Spock. And I had to find out at 3 in the morning that Spock had kicked the bucket! So there went my beauty sleep. How I wish I were Data who doesn’t need beauty sleep and doesn’t feel things the way us humans (and half Vulcans) do.
But I’m not that sad. Really. I mean Spock did live long enough to see his 83rd year and prospered along the way. Enough to get a Hollywood Star and loving fans in every quadrant. Who could ask for more?
So to celebrate his life I’m wearing my Star Trek tee today and next week; in between washings of course, LOL. It was a gift from my son who grew up watching Voyager with us at our old homestead in Mountain View.
The closest I ever got to Spock – or the actor Leonard Nimoy – was through my daughter Diandra who had the awesomely amazing chance to be in the same salon where he was getting a haircut in Beverly Hills. She almost went into Pon Farr when she saw him but reality took over and all she could do was steal glances at him from time to time. I felt like shooting her with a phaser for not even trying to say hi to one of my most admired TV heroes.
Ahhh Spock… whenever people would ask who I liked better, you or Captain Kirk, I’d always say you. You’ve always been…. fascinating… to me. (And you don’t speak with a period after nearly every word.)
I guess I like you because I’m so NOT like you. Being a human female with Betazoid tendencies I am illogical, overly-emotional and highly affected by the people (and aliens) around me.
But there is one thing we have in common – we are both ‘half breeds’ who grew up bullied and ostracized because of our duality. They couldn’t understand us and we couldn’t understand them. But things got better as we grew older… you found a home on the Enterprise and I finally found acceptance.
So I guess this is goodbye. I don’t know if there is room for heaven in your logical world of Vulcan pinches and mind melds but there certainly is lots of room for it in mine. And when I get to where you’re at, I will make sure to go up to you and say hi.