Brother of mom killed in Hudson River helicopter crash speaks out

The tragic helicopter crash that claimed the lives of a Spanish family and their pilot in New York last week continues to send shockwaves through those who knew them and beyond. The accident occurred on Thursday, April 10, when a sightseeing helicopter touring New York City plunged into the Hudson River, killing all six individuals on board.

Among the victims were Agustín Escobar, a Siemens executive from Barcelona, his wife Merce Camprubi Montal, and their three young children, aged 11, five, and four. The family had only just arrived in New York earlier that day. Reports indicate the helicopter ride was part of a birthday gift for one of the children — a gesture of joy that ended in devastation.

The helicopter was piloted by Sean Johnson, a former Navy SEAL, who managed to radio base moments before the crash to report that the aircraft was running low on fuel. Witnesses described a horrifying scene, claiming to see the helicopter break apart mid-air before it crashed into the river.

Merce’s brother, Joan Camprubi Montal, traveled to New York to identify the bodies. In an emotional statement, he reflected on the loss of his sister and her family. “They left together,” he said softly. “And without suffering.” His words were laced with both pain and reverence as he added, “As a family, we want to remember and honor their happiness and their smile forever.”

At a press conference, he expressed a simple but profound tribute: “We will never forget you. And we will keep your smile alive every day of our lives. That, I think, is the greatest legacy we can give.”

The cause of the crash is still under investigation by the National Transportation Safety Board (NTSB). According to witness accounts, parts of the helicopter — including the main rotor blade — were seen detaching before the aircraft plunged into the river. Maintenance records indicate the helicopter had last been inspected on March 1 and had completed seven other tour flights on the day of the crash.

Michael Roth, owner of New York Helicopter — the company operating the tour — revealed that the pilot had called in shortly before the crash, stating they were returning to the helipad and needed fuel. “It should have taken him three minutes to arrive. But 20 minutes passed, and nothing,” Roth said. His voice heavy with emotion, he added, “We’re all devastated. Every employee in our company is devastated. My wife has not stopped crying.”

He described the moment he realized the severity of the situation. “My manager at the downtown heliport said there was word of a crash. Then my phone lit up. One of our pilots flew over the Hudson and saw the helicopter upside down. The death of the child of any human being is a monumental disaster.”

The pain left in the wake of this tragedy is immeasurable. A family’s dream vacation became their final journey, and a pilot’s last mission ended in heartbreak. May they all rest in peace.

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