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The ideal family life has turned into a nightmare, according to the husband and father of two victims of the Potomac River plane crash.

On Wednesday night, an Army helicopter struck the American Airlines flight carrying Justyna Beyer and her daughter, 12-year-old Brielle, as they were returning from Wichita, Kansas.

According to Andy Beyer, his daughter glistened in every aspect of her life, not just when she was figure skating.

He remarked, “She could light up a room.” “She simply loved each and every moment of life.”

Brielle was diagnosed with neuroblastoma, a cancer that primarily affects young children, at the age of four months. She recovered fully after surviving two surgeries.

When she returned, Beyer said, “I was so worried I wasn’t going to get back that bright, bubbly kid.” “And it was simply astounding how rapidly she advanced after that when she returned.”

A video of Brielle skating a routine she choreographed herself, with his assistance on the music, was shared by Beyer. He claimed that the audience adored it.

Beyer was waiting to pick up his wife and daughter on Wednesday night at Reagan National Airport. After his texts went unanswered, he found out what had transpired.

According to Beyer, his wife was a mother who gave Brielle and her 6-year-old brother innumerable memorable moments.

He stated that “everything had to be big and beautiful.” She wanted it to be unique for the children, not out of selfishness. It was, too. It was truly unique.

A reminder of Justyna’s unique touches is a balloon arch from Brielle’s recent birthday that is still in the house.

“It’s difficult because I thought Brielle would be able to carry those wonderful memories into adulthood and they would be something to look back on for her, just to know how much her mom loved her and how much we loved her,” Beyer said tearfully. “She just knew how to make those events special.” “Therefore, it’s very unfortunate that she is deprived of that.”

“She had so much more in her, but I’m glad she had the moments she did.”

“I believe that having a family and loved ones is what we both aspired to,” Beyer remarked. We were in a dream, but this is clearly a nightmare. But in reality, we were dreaming.

Beyer said that talking about his wife and daughter and sharing tales of their family’s love and closeness, as well as the overwhelming support from the community, are helpful.

For the foreseeable future, Beyer’s parents have been traveling to be with him and his son.

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