As I was growing up I had a brother, Mike, that was fascinated by space and the space program. We watched every space flight; from the very first Mercury (May 5, 1961)
to John Glenn’s first orbit (Feb 20th, 1962),
to Neil Armstrong’s landing on the moon (Apollo 11),
and every flight that was available to watch on TV. My brother died July 4th, 1970. To this day I never look at anything that has to do with space or the great beyond without remembering him.
So the other night when I heard there was a super moon I had to stay up and wait for the moon to rise to see a super moon. A supermoon is the coincidence of a full moon or a new moon with the closest approach the Moon makes to the Earth on its elliptical orbit, resulting in the largest apparent size of the lunar disk as seen from Earth. I tried to take a picture, but it did not really turn out very well
but I found some beautiful shots on the internet to share (from NBC news):
and one more:
I gazed at the super moon and thought of my brother…