Far beyond every human footprint, as Artemis II slipped into the dark stillness on the far side of the Moon, the mission stopped feeling like pure history and started feeling deeply human. The crew could have celebrated distance and records. Instead, they looked down at two untouched scars on the lunar surface and chose to fill them with meaning: one named for the vessel that carried them, and one for the woman who could not be there to see it.

In those 45 seconds of radio silence after the proposal, the distance between Houston and the Moon felt unbearably small. A pediatric nurse who spent her life comforting frightened families was being written, tentatively, into the sky. Whether or not the names are ever formally approved, Integrity and Carroll already exist—in the language of a grieving husband, in the quiet courage of two daughters, and in the way science sometimes pauses to bow its head.