It’s Like Saying Goodbye To Family…

This morning Leonard Nimoy passed away. I can’t even begin to express the emptiness I feel, or how surprised I am by it. My sisters and I grew up in rural, South Georgia, and there are three things I remember most about those years. The sound of cicadas on Summer mornings, Sunday afternoon drives when my dad would pile us into the Station Wagon to look for rainbows (and to give mom a break), and Star Trek. We watched it Mon-Fri at 4:00 on WTBS. I couldn’t wait to get home from school to watch...