He was not much taller than me, but he was a giant of a man. He was as kind as he was intimidating.
I don’t remember what I said to him, or what he said to me, because all I could think the entire time was “This man has walked on the fucking moon.”
Rest in peace, Neil. Because of your bravery and your courage, an entire species will forever look into the night sky and see not a mystery, but a destination.