I was filled with sorrow when I put aside my drawings for a moment at a cafe to check my Facebook feed and saw tributes to Leonard Nimoy.
Such messages could mean only one thing -- that we had lost another star.
Mechanically, I packed away my things and slipped out to my car. It had been nearly an hour, so I had to let it warm up anyway. As I sat there letting the engine idle, I scrolled through all the messages pouring onto the internet from every corner of the world. And I cried.
Some people, it seems, are born into this world for the sole purpose of guiding others. Leonard Nimoy was one of these people. Everything he did was to help others, to expose truth, to give voice to those things that at our very core make us human. We may have laughed at some of his hokey qualities, his awkward lankiness, his own excessive character exaggerations. But he was always humble, always centered, always approachable. He manifested everything that was good about humanity.
Even his last tweet was a bit of well-intended advice, as if to say the end is near, and you must be strong, because that's what life is about -- beauty, love, and loss:
"A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. [Live long and prosper]"
So, thank you, Leonard Nimoy. Thank you so much for showing us the stars, for being a voice of reason when the future looked dark. Thanks for guiding us. May you live long and prosper, forever part of the dust that makes up our universe, so that we never have to be without you.