Everything was happening fast—-I focused on the kids. Things still were not certain—but the one thing we all knew was that the plane had went down.
Ann’s brother was in the Air Force—he was the first family member to arrive. The Air Force even participated in the inquiry. There was no flight plan registered—a common error with pilots that had just gotten “their wings”. We had no idea where they went, what direction, or where anybody should look.
By noon everything was chaos—the three kids were told the plane had went down. Jim bolted from the house to the edge of the woods. I said someone should go after him—but no one did—there was too much going on. So I went. What could I say? For that matter—-what did I say? I don’t know, I don’t remember.
The time that followed was deeply sad. It was 3 or 4 days before they found the wreckage. All three had perished.
Beautiful life 