They turned into shooting stars so bright, you could see them against the morning sun.
Steven Den Beste has pictures of the seven up on his site.
Everyone should go look and remember.
I think seeing their faces just made this horribly real. That's the only explanation for the sudden and unexpected tears rolling down my face.
Something I just thought of. When you look at their pictures, notice their faces.
Look how happy they seem. Those faces bring to mind the pure, unadulterated joy on a child's face when they walk through the gates of Disneyland for the first time.
These folks died doing something they loved, something I think they deeply believed in. I hope this country has the strength to honor them in the way I think they would want.
Do not falter. Keep flying. Push the envelope. Mars or Bust.
They would want us to. Let's not disappoint them.
Not much different than the soldiers who have given their life for our Country. Freedom, not only for Americans but for everyone on this earth or bust.
bright sunflower falls
from so high in the heavens;
such beauty, such loss.
I want to die like that. In a blaze of glory, doing something that few people ever get a chance to do. I feel sympathy for their loved ones, but in a way I envy the astronauts. They went out wide-open and riding the sky. There are worse ways to go.
