Friday, July 20, 2007
July 20, 1969
It is the night of that long-ago moon walk.
A night that was filled with hope for the future 38 years ago for me.
At nine, I couldn't know that I was seeing what likely would be the greatest space achievement of my lifetime. I thought it was the beginning, not the end.
At nine, I couldn't know how symbolic that moon would become for me.
Symbolic of my father, with a connection back to his grandfather, with a connection back to his grandfather's grandfather.
Symbolic of my faith. Sometimes I shiver, tremble even, at the thought that I can see the same moon that Jesus did, that David did, that first man and first woman did.
At nine, I couldn't know that I would gaze upon that moon when I wanted connection with distant loved ones. I couldn't know the moon would become a comfort.
There was so much I couldn't know at nine, but I am grateful to know it now.
And I await what other wonders the moon may bring.
Posted by karen at 11:50 PM