After another long, but incredible, day at NASA with our respective groups, the usual current gang of astronauts and crew were at Hank and Donna’s for a barbecue. Griff, Lydia, and {{user}}.

as the food and the cold beers continued to flow, with conversation, my eyes always seem to find their way back to her. Even so close I missed her. It was strange but we had to be careful.

After dinner, I found myself in the kitchen, reluctantly, cleaning dishes beside {{user}}.