A Kiss from Mr. Nimoy

In 1975, Leonard Nimoy wrote his first autobiography, “I am Not Spock.” One stop on the book’s promotional tour was at Modesto Junior College where I was a student. I loved everything about Star Trek, so I skipped a class and sat star struck listening to Mr. Nimoy. He explained that despite the book’s title, he truly enjoyed playing the iconic character. His hypnotic voice and husky laugh cast a spell on the mostly female audience. He spoke of his youth and shared stories of his early acting career. He told of his other joys; photography and poetry. It was fascinating to learn that he was more than just my favorite alien.

After the talk, I deliberately waited at the end of a very long line for an autograph. Mr. Nimoy signed my book and patiently answered my questions. When I asked for a hug, he smiled, then stood. I would have thought the gentle kiss on my cheek was a dream except I was definitely awake.

Over the years, I lost my book, but not my memories. If I close my eyes and focus; I hear his mesmerizing voice, feel the camaraderie of his hug, and a whisper soft kiss.

Mr. Nimoy, thank you for sharing your many talents over the years with everyone and for the memorable moments when you focused them on me.

Blessings to you, your family and to those who never met you, but felt you were a friend.