I don't know what it is about the passing of the first man on the moon that has hit me as hard as it has.
When I heard that Neil Armstrong had died, I felt... sad, but something more. It's hard to put into words but I think the best I can come up with is, grief.
I don't know the man personally, I was born eight years after he took his momentus steps of the Lunar Module and the space race of my early years was shuttle launches, Mir and Challanger. I never got to sit, glued to the TV, watching as he hopped off the bottom step of the LM ladder onto the dusty surface.