I still remember that day in 1987. I lived in Romulus when the plane crashed — a mere 4 miles away. I was watching TV in our family room…my Dad was out in the garage getting ready to go up north. I remember looking out the family room windows and seeing clouds emblazoned by the setting sun….pretty. Daddy came in the house in the next few minutes and asked if I ‘felt that?’ — “Felt what?” I guess my Dad had felt, and perhaps heard a boom and tremble. I felt nothing. Then we heard sirens…I don’t remember much after that, only a feeling of thankfulness that my Mom came home from visiting my Grandpa a few minutes later. She had gone right through the intersection (Middlebelt and Wick Roads) where the plane crashed only minutes before it happened.
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Really good story and I am glad that the lone survivor from the crash is telling her story.
I remember reading about the crash while I was up north — the headlines in the paper, pictures of the devastation. It was heartbreaking. The little girl, the lone survivor — how must she feel? How miraculous yet sad. Very lonely to be a sole survivor, to lose your family, and for one so small and young. I am glad I was away from home during that time though…it did my soul good to be in the beauty of the Michigan woods.
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