RIP Sally.
RIP Sally. You done good. America is proud.
Adventurous lady and an inspiration to many. Ride, Sally, Ride. RIP
RIP Sally. Prayers for her family.
I’m sure it is a very difficult time for Sally Ride’s family, and her partner of 27 years, Tam O’Shaughnessy.
It was so cool when she flew. Rest well in the heavens you touched before...
“...her company...” She didn’t build that. /s
Rest in peace, Ms. Ride. Thank you for your enormous contribution to space exploration.
Damn. Way too young
RIP Sally Ride
A very bad way to die.
Ad Astra
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
RIP Sally.
RIP Sally.
RIP Sally Ride.
RIP Sally. She was a fellow American Ceramic Society Member.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless falls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor eer eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.