Feeling Suspended

Today, fifty years ago, Yuri Gagarin was awesome.

Like, literally: awesome.  Awe-inspiringly, jaw-droppingly, out-of-this-worldly awesome, and I can’t even begin to imagine how crazy and frightening and thrilling his one hour and forty eight minutes not of this earth must have been– not just to him but to the world.

I hear the name Yuri Gagarin, and all I can think of is just one word: awesome.

Today, as I read a great link my excellent blog buddy, Merujo, shared on the Facebook, I got to add another couple of words to my thought cloud: shockingly young.

He was only twenty-seven when he went up into space.

And he had only been thirty-four for a few weeks when he died during a routine exercise.

I am more than a few weeks into thirty-four.  I can’t imagine being dead.

I can’t imagine being as awesome/cool/short?/badass as Yuri Gagarin, either, but there is something rattling about finding out that you’ve outlived someone.  Especially if that someone is a figure who will always live in our collective consciousness as being a space pioneer– it puts your own significance or possible lack thereof in perspective.

Goodnight, Yuri, wherever you are.

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This entry was published on April 12, 2011 at 10:10 pm. It’s filed under News of the World, Onerous Onomastics, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

One thought on “Feeling Suspended

  1. I did not realize how young he had been when he died. How thrilling those days were.

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