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A 12-year-old cancer survivor tragically lost her life in the American Airlines crash.

On January 29, Andy Beyer stood in the parking lot outside Reagan National Airport, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his wife and daughter. He was texting his wife, Justyna, who was on American Airlines Flight 5342 with their 12-year-old daughter, Brielle—a courageous cancer survivor and a competitive figure skater. However, instead of reuniting with the two people he “loved more than anything,” Andy witnessed firetrucks racing past him, unaware that he had just lost his “soulmate” and “princess” in a tragic midair collision that claimed the lives of 67 people.

On that fateful day, Brielle, aged 12, was traveling with her mother, Justyna, from Kansas to their home in Northern Virginia, where they lived with Andy and their 6-year-old son, Kallen. “Six days was the longest we had ever been apart. It was hard. I really missed them. I was so excited to give them a hug,” Andy shared with NBC, describing his daughter as someone who was “just meant to sparkle.”

Justyna and Brielle were on American Airlines Flight 5342 (GoFundMe). Brielle was part of an elite group of the nation’s top young figure skaters, and the mother-daughter pair were returning home after six days of intensive training in Wichita. This was a monumental achievement for Brielle, who had faced significant challenges in her young life. As a baby, she was diagnosed with neuroblastoma, a type of cancer that develops from immature nerve cells found in various parts of the body, according to the Mayo Clinic.

The Washington Post reported that Brielle underwent multiple surgeries and even spent time on a ventilator during her battle with cancer. Although she was in recovery, she experienced “residual nerve differences in her legs,” which made figure skating particularly challenging. Despite this, Brielle remained one of the top skaters in her age group nationally.

“This sport can be grueling, and it’s so important to find those moments where you’re filled with the joy of it all,” Andy, 44, told The Washington Post. He described the trip to Wichita as “one of those moments” for Brielle and Justyna. “It was a big life goal for Brielle, and she was so proud of herself. Justyna was incredibly proud of her too,” Andy added, noting that his 42-year-old wife had left her nursing career to support their daughter in pursuing her dreams.

‘Something Was Wrong’

Andy had been in constant communication with Justyna and Brielle throughout their trip and was thrilled to know they were finally heading home. The grieving father recounted to The Washington Post that Justyna had texted him before American Eagle Flight 5342 took off, excitedly mentioning the complimentary glass of wine she had received from a flight attendant. As Andy and his young son waited anxiously for the plane to land, he sent a text asking if they would be arriving soon.

Instead of receiving a reply from Justyna, Andy saw emergency vehicles speeding past him. “Firetrucks started rushing by. At that moment, I knew something was terribly wrong,” the tearful father told CNN.

The Deadly Crash

At approximately 9 p.m., the aircraft—operated by American Airlines—collided with a U.S. Army Black Hawk helicopter while approaching Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. The crash claimed the lives of all 60 passengers and four crew members on the commercial flight, as well as the three soldiers aboard the helicopter.

‘I Lived My Life for Them’

The day after the devastating crash, Andy shared an emotional post on Facebook, accompanied by photos of the family enjoying precious moments together. “I’m still in shock, but I lost my soulmate and my princess last night,” he wrote. “In case you didn’t know, Brielle was an incredible figure skater, among so many other amazing things about her. She had achieved one of her life goals by qualifying for the national development team with U.S. Figure Skating.”

Andy continued, “She and Justyna were on the flight that crashed while returning from Wichita, where they had attended the high-performance camp. They were truly beautiful people, inside and out.” He concluded the post with heartfelt words: “I lived my life for them. I loved them more than anything, and I’m going to miss them so much.”

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