In his final tweet, posted Monday, February 23, 2015, Leonard Nimoy wrote:

A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. LLAP

— Leonard Nimoy (@TheRealNimoy) February 23, 2015

This sentiment brought tears to my eyes as it reminded me of Neil Peart’s poignant lyrics to “The Garden,” the final track on the album Clockwork Angels by RUSH​:

“The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn, so easily burned

In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
(It’s a measure of a life)

The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live, the gifts that you give

In the fullness of time,
It’s the only return that you expect

The future disappears into memory
With only a moment between.
Forever dwells in that moment,
Hope is what remains to be seen.”

Now as I listen to this song, I can’t help but think of Leonard Nimoy’s poetic valediction and be moved. He gave generously of his gifts, and he served as an inspiration to more lives than can easily be counted.

If the measure of a life is one of love and respect, Leonard Nimoy’s was off the charts.

Thank you for everything, Leonard. Long may your garden continue to bear fruit.