I find myself thinking like a kid on this one, just wanting a do-over. Like something or someone to tell them to drive, fly down the night before, or just land and not try to brave the fog.
I just wish that everyone on the chopper could have their family back. And it’s just a thought that keeps sticking with me
I talked to my brother, on the phone, maybe ten minutes before his got in a wreck.
DO NOT think like that. I straight up told him I didn't want to talk long to make sure he was driving safe. We talked for literally 15 seconds.
I spoke to the dispatcher hours later he gave me the time of the crash.
I used to think; "What if I went back in time and told him to just pull over for a second."
Life is fukking cruel and random. People literally die every day. There's 7 billion of us, here.
There's no one to predict every variable every second. You're torturing yourself.