I paused for a moment today to remember the crew of the Columbia, STS-107. At appoximately 0900 hours local time on 2/1/2003, the Columbia broke up over east Texas during re-entry.
I always felt a connection to Colonel Michael P. Anderson, the payload Commander on the mission. He was at the UW undergrad the same time I was. He was a science-fiction geek as I was. He was studying a hard science, as I was. To this day, I am surprised that we never met, since we were likely in the same sort of social/academic circles. But when you have 35,000 students on campus, you don't always connect with people outside your program.
Godspeed and fair landings to the crew.