People often ask me what my brother Chris was like before Flight 5342. The truth is, I don’t think about him as a victim. I think about my little brother, the one who made every summer on Cape Cod feel like the best days of our lives. 1/16

Reading the blog at the end of Doug’s thread took me straight back to January 29, 2025. Ironically Doug and his sister were the first other family members I met in DC. Through all the hardship he was been through he really has been a tireless advocate for each person lost on that flight. Like my brother, I was traveling for work. I was in Atlantic City watching the Flyers-Devils game when breaking news flashed across the TV: a plane had crashed near DCA. I had no idea my brother, Chris, was on that flight. Around 1 a.m., my phone rang. It was my sister in law. I knew immediately something was wrong. Through tears, she told me Chris was on the plane. She had fallen asleep expecting him to be home when she woke up. American Airlines had few answers. My parents couldn’t believe it, they thought Chris wasn’t even traveling that week. I drove through the night back to Massachusetts while my father drove to Washington. The next morning, my mother and I boarded the first flight we could. I’ll never forget walking into that hotel. It wasn’t just my family’s nightmare. It was a room filled with families whose lives had been shattered in an instant. Nearly 18 months later, we’re still waiting for the urgency our loved ones deserved. The ROTOR Act failed by one vote, and meaningful aviation safety reforms remain stalled. Every day meaningful aviation safety reforms are delayed is another day we gamble that another family won’t get the call we did. Stop talking about safety. Pass the reforms. Now. @HouseGOP @HouseDemocrats