12-year-old cancer survivor killed in American Airlines crash

Andy Beyer sat in the parking lot outside Reagan National Airport, eagerly texting his wife, Justyna, who was on American Airlines Flight 5342 with their 12-year-old daughter, Brielle. The wait was filled with excitement—he was just moments away from embracing the two people he “loved more than anything.”

As he looked forward to their arrival, he suddenly noticed firetrucks racing past him, their sirens wailing into the night. Unbeknownst to him, he had just lost his wife and daughter in a devastating midair collision that claimed the lives of 67 people.

Brielle was returning home to Northern Virginia with her mother after an intensive six-day training camp in Wichita, Kansas. She was no ordinary child—she was a cancer survivor and an elite figure skater, part of an exclusive group of top young athletes in the country.

At just a few months old, Brielle was diagnosed with neuroblastoma, a rare and aggressive cancer that affects nerve tissue. According to the Mayo Clinic, it develops from immature nerve cells and can be found in several areas of the body. She underwent multiple surgeries, spent time on a ventilator, and fought through her early years with remarkable strength.

Even after beating cancer, she continued to face challenges. The residual nerve damage in her legs made skating a difficult feat, yet she persevered, defying the odds. Despite these obstacles, she became one of the best in her age group nationally.

Her father, 44, shared how much she loved the sport, saying, “This sport can be a grind, and it’s so important to find those moments where you are just filled with the joy of the whole thing.” The trip to Wichita had been one of those moments, a milestone in Brielle’s journey.

For her mother, 42-year-old Justyna, supporting Brielle was more than a passion—it was a calling. She had left her nursing career to devote herself fully to her daughter’s dreams, traveling across the country to ensure she had every opportunity to succeed.

After six days apart, Andy was eager to have them back home. He had spoken with them every day and received a final text from Justyna before takeoff, sharing a lighthearted moment about a free glass of wine from a flight attendant.

As he stood outside the airport with their six-year-old son, Kallen, he sent her another message: Will you be landing soon?

Instead, he saw emergency vehicles speeding toward the runway. The uneasy feeling in his stomach turned to dread.

At approximately 9 p.m., American Airlines Flight 5342, operated by American Eagle, collided with a U.S. Army Black Hawk helicopter during its approach to Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. The crash was catastrophic. Every soul aboard the commercial aircraft—60 passengers and four crew members—was lost, along with three soldiers from the military helicopter.

The next day, Andy Beyer, drowning in grief, took to Facebook to express his heartbreak. Alongside family photos, he poured his sorrow into words:

“I’m still in shock, but I lost my soulmate and my princess last night.”

He continued, honoring Brielle’s talent and perseverance, saying, “She was an amazing figure skater, among many other amazing things about her, and she had achieved one of her life goals of qualifying for the national development team for US Figure Skating.”

He spoke of Justyna, the devoted mother who had made endless sacrifices for their daughter’s future.

“They were truly beautiful people inside and out.”

Finally, he ended with a confession of his deepest loss:

“I really lived my life for them, I loved them more than anything, and I’m going to miss them so much.”

The tragedy left a devastating void, not only for Andy and little Kallen but for everyone who had known Justyna and Brielle. They were a mother and daughter who embodied resilience, love, and dedication—a woman who gave everything for her child, and a girl who refused to let anything dim her shine.

As the investigation into the crash unfolds, Andy is left to pick up the pieces of a life forever changed. His love for his wife and daughter remains unwavering, their memory now a guiding light in the dark.

Let us keep the Beyer family and all those who lost loved ones in our thoughts. May their spirits live on in the hearts of those who cherished them.

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