11/05/2025
Our hearts and prayers go out to anyone affected by this tragedy so close to home. ❤️
“As of Wednesday morning, at least nine people are dead and 15 injured, and at least 16 people are still missing. Thirteen people have been discharged from UofL Health and two remain in critical condition in the ICU.” - https://www.wlky.com/article/plane-crash-explosion-louisville-airport/69255042
This is getting attention so I want to start with how to help the victims families of the UPS crash.
UPS set up a special phone line. The UPS Family Assistance Hotline is 800-631-0604.
The governor declared a state of emergency which frees up funds.
A relief fund has been set up to help those affected. Here is the link for that:
https://secure.kentucky.gov/formservices/Finance/emergencyrelief
A lot of you asked about my husband and he’s safe. My heart is first and foremost with those who experienced loss and are grieving.
For those who’ve asked here is what happened yesterday for us.
“Your husband flies right? Is he flying this week?"
What a random text from my friend, I thought, as I drove my kids home from sports activities.
"Yes," I said. "He's flying right now, actually. Took off from Louisville just a short time ago."
Silence.
"Hey, can you pray?" I asked her 3 minutes later.
The breaking news alert popping up on my phone that a UPS flight just went down shortly after taking off in Louisville with "multiple casualties."
For the next what seemed like eternity, my heart was in my throat tonight, my hands shaking. Sobbing. I thought I lost him. I really did. He's the rock of our family.
Our everything.
Have I ever actually told him that? Why didn’t I tell him again as he left the house today. Why don’t I say that daily?
I had to pull over. Some of our kids in the car.
"Hey guys, mommy doesn't feel good. I need a minute.”
My husband had last texted me at 4.41 p.m. "I love you, getting ready to take off."
I sat staring at the text.
That's the last message I had. I was trying to line up when the crash happened with his last text. Not a lot of time. Was it him?
My phone flooded with loved ones asking, "You ok? He's ok, right? You've heard from him?"
No.
I. don't. know.
I can’t get ahold of him.
My mind in a million places. What if that plane was his? What if his plane was hit? What if his plans changed. What if? What if? What if?
I re-read my last text to him. It was silly. Meaningless. Complaining about what one of our kids did. Stuff that doesn't matter.
I prayed. I cried. For myself- yes, but for others too. This is someone's life. Many people's lives.
The video of the crash came up on my phone- a massive fireball. Unsurvivable. Still not knowing if that’s him. I felt sick.
All our plans, our sweet children, all that we’re working toward, all that we’re buiding - together. All of it going through my mind.
“Daddy, makes everything better, don’t you think?” Our daughter had said out if the blue just 2 days ago.
Yes. He does.
It felt like an eternity, but finally I heard from him, hours later. After he'd safely landed several states over. It wasn't him in the crash.
I could finally breathe.
But it was his collegues.
Relief and then some guilt because it’s someone's entire world. Someone's parent, someone's soulmate, someone's child, someone’s person who “makes everything better.” Someone's person to complain about the kids with. Someone’s everything.
I'm praying for the families of the at least 12 souls lost. Folks who just went to work, kissed their loved ones good-bye, and that was it. It could be any of us. My heart breaks for them all.
I've had many people reach out and check in, and I'm grateful. Thank you all for your thoughtfulness.
Events like this really put your "problems" in perspective. None of us is promised tomorrow.
None of us.
Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them, that you ADORE them, and they're your everything.
12 families don’t get that opportunity.
