I remember that night so well. Dark and drizzly. My father was a Marshall English professor and a big sports fan. He rushed over to the university to see what he could do to help, and they put him on the most terrible job of all. He was one of the people who had to call parents of the football team and tell them their sons were gone.
He could never talk about it but said it was the worst thing he's ever had to do in his life.
Lucy Proctor, who lost both parents in the crash, was in my class at Huntington High School. I didn't know what to say to her and so I didn't say anything. I regret that so much now.