Like so many Israelis yesterday, I've stopped everything and turned on the TV, intending to see live the return of the Columbia and it's seven astronouts - among them one of our finest, who became these last few weeks almost a family member to every Israeli household.
I was watching Channel 2 - Ilan Ramon's old father sat at the table of the studio, waiting for his son to land, after making a small history and, once more, making him proud.
He was speaking about his son in a way only fathers do - a way that makes teenage boys a bit embaraced, and mumble "Cmmon, Dad, I'm not THAT great..."
And then the comm link broke.
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It's hard for me to describe what I felt, but when I saw the old man's face changing from bliss to grief in an instant, I understood once more that despite everything else - that astronouts are dear to most of us; that almost all of us regret every innocent life that's lost (except a few Iraqis, if the above post is true); that for Israelis Ramon became a beloved hero - despite all of this, first and formost it's a loss to the families.
For them, nothing will be the same anymore.
I'm an Israeli, so I should be a bit more emune to tragedy - God knows I've seen enough - but tears are coming down my face as I write this.
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We must continue the Space Program.
Not only for the things that we've already got from it, but mainly for the things that we have yet to gain.
We don't even know what they are, yet.
We must reach for the Stars.
Good night to you all.
Moshe Papismedov,
Israel