I’m talking about the hypothetical mountain, located in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota that doesn’t have the faces of four presidents blasted and carved into its side.
The mountain we mentally anoint with create of our favorite actors, athletes, singers, etc., in their place.
I have a more specific Mount Rushmore.
My mountain bears the faces of celebrities whose deaths will reduce me to a blubbering mess and the fetal position for days, maybe weeks.
On it are George Lucas, Harrison Ford, Steven Spielberg and Tony Romo.
Not on it, because he’s worthy of his own mountain, was Leonard Nimoy, the man who portrayed Spock on “Star Trek” in film and TV for almost 50 years.
While I should have expected it when he was diagnosed with chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, it was still news that stung when I swiped past it on Twitter this morning.
I let out a gasp and my left hand flew to my mouth.
It was a more visceral reaction than when Robin Williams died last September. My initial emotion then was pure disbelief.
As countless others have, I grew up on “Star Trek” in all of its variations, and Spock was a constant part of my childhood and the development of my imagination.
With his passing there are now just four surviving cast members from “Star Trek’s” original bridge crew: William Shatner, George Takei, Walter Koenig and Nichelle Nichols.
When I wasn’t watching “Star Trek it’s spin offs or the eight movies based off the Original Series (TOS), I was also reading numerous books which continued the adventures of the U.S.S. Enterprise for countless pages.
At one point in junior high I also read Nimoy’s second autobiography, “I Am Spock.” I don’t remember much about it, but I feel the need to revisit it.
But Nimoy said it best with his final tweet, posted four days ago.
A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. LLAP
— Leonard Nimoy (@TheRealNimoy) February 23, 2015