The small two-lane road is almost blocked. Then I see Dad's truck on its side in the large level grassy yard, the wheels and under carriage facing us. Then I see the helicopter, blades spinning. I start taking steps toward the helicopter, really not thinking. But I'm stopped before I can get there. I just wanted to see my dad. I'm holding back a fountain of tears, and I can feel my body start to shake. I spot Jamie standing in the crowd.

I motion for him, and he walks toward me. He gets near, and all I can do is grab him and start sobbing uncontrollably. I remember watching the helicopter fly above us headed the same way we were--getting higher and faster. We pray.