I just saw the space shuttle Endeavor being flown over Silicon Valley headed south from what used to be called Moffett Field. It was a great moment for me. I remember the beautiful posters my then-young boys had hanging in their bedrooms of the brand-new space shuttle, our family visit to Cape Canaveral, and my son’s visit to Space Camp. I still remember what it felt like to be in the zero-gravity simulation chair and the space shuttle mock-up they got to explore. Awe-inspiring.
And I remember where I was and the shock and the feeling in the pit of my stomach when I learned of both shuttle disasters. How tragic and surreal it felt. One moment the shuttles and their crews were soaring in all their magnificence, and the next they were gone.
Now, to see the final chapter so many years later with my grown daughter was a special event for me.