If Grace or good Karma allows, the space shuttle Atlantis will fly STS-125, the final servicing mission for the Hubble Space Telescope, on 12 May. I can't think of a better way to remember the shuttles than as the means by which Hubble showed us all the beautiful cosmos.
It's not something I know very much about, but I love the romance of the Apollo era and I have never been a big fan of the shuttles - I've always thought of them as unambitious and uninspiring. I was brought up short, though, by Gene Kranz, who said in a recent TV documentary that the shuttle was the best spacecraft America had built. If Kranz says it, I'm inclined to believe it.
The shuttles will forever be associated with the tragedies. It's easy to forget how brave these people really are; easy to forget that all the cleanrooms and careful inspection and safety procedures in the world aren't going to save you every time. These people know that the remains of two ships just like theirs have had to be reassembled piece-by-piece on a hangar floor, yet they still strap themselves to a tower of high explosives and go exploring. Brave, brave men and women.
So God speed, STS-125, and thank you.