I turned on the TV this morning as I found myself half-awake, knowing that the noise and light from the set would finish waking me up. I blurrily could see an image of a fireball, and heard some announcer talking with someone on the ground, in Texas. I wondered if a meteor had hit. I pulled on my glasses and read "Space Shuttle Overdue".
I've been watching the astronauts the last few nights on NASA TV, watching them do their experiments, watching them ham it up for the cameras. I saw them having the time of their lives. Nothing can express the profound shock I'm in that those joyous lives are now gone.
There is always something to cry about anymore.
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