I knew that the Guardian Flight story wasn't going to have a happy ending, but I had hoped for many months that the federal investigation would have provided some closure, some explanation, some resolution. Instead, it kind of tore me apart.
I didn't know Stacie Morse, the pregnant ER nurse who was killed in the plane crash along with the pilot and the paramedic on board. But, I did meet her once, when she took care of me in the recovery room after an emergency c-section. Hers was the first face I saw after meeting my son for the first time. And I'm sure she was just doing her job, piling warm blankets on my body that was convulsing with cold as the anesthesia wore off and feeding me ice chips at the same time because my mouth was so dry it felt like it was stuffed with straw. I'm sure this stuff is standard procedure, but to me it felt like love.
She died on her way to care for someone else who likely would have remembered her gestures for the rest of their life.
This is such a precarious time for doctors and nurses and paramedics and caretakers of all kinds. I am especially thankful for their service right now -- for their grand lifesaving operations as well as their very small gestures of care.
-- Jennifer Pemberton, KTOO Managing Editor