We spent all day yesterday down in Columbus, and I was really surprised when we came home to see that Neil Armstrong, the first man on the Moon, had died. That's one of those things that will take a little time to get used to.
Elizabeth and I spent years reading and studying about the NASA Space Programs. Mom made our very own NASA-blue flight suits for us --- complete with Apollo 11 patches and marks. We built space ships and command modules in the house and played in them for hours. We went to Dayton Air Force Museum and looked into real Command Modules. We've been to the Kennedy Space Center to see a real Apollo rocket, the launching pads and touched a real moon rock. We've been to Neil Armstrong's Museum in Wapakoneta. We've even been to the National Air and Space Museum in D.C. to see the real Command Module from Apollo 11. It's just hard to think of Neil Armstrong passing away.
He's one of twelve men who have actually walked on the moon that every person in the world sees at night. Wow! It is an amazing thing to think that God created the universe out of nothing --- when in all our years of trying, men have only gotten twelve astronauts on the moon. And that was a HUGE undertaking. More later.